very pretty, new york city girl

you grew up - ridin' the subways - runnin' with people
up in harlem - down on broadway
you're no tramp - but you're no lady
talkin' that street talk
you're the heart and soul of new york city

and whoa, where did all those yesterdays go?
do you still believe life could really be like a broadway show
you are the star, win the applause
oh, ahoh, you're a native new yorker -

no one opens the door, for a native new yorker ...
very pretty, new york city girl!