Текст песни Black Box - Native New Yorker
Black Box - Native New Yorker слова песни
New York style, style, style, styleNew York CityNew York City girlNew York CityNew York City girlYou grew up ridin` the subways, runnin` with peopleUp in Harlem, down on BroadwayYou`re no tramp, but you`re no ladyTalkin` that street talkYou`re the heart and soul of New York CityAnd love, love is just a passing word (passing word)It`s the thought you had in a taxi cab that got left on the curb (left onthe curb)When he dropped you off at East and the ThirdOh, oh, ohYou`re a native New Yorker (New York City girl)You should know the score by nowYou`re a native New Yorker (New York City girl)The music plays, everyone`s dancin` closer and closerMakin` friends and findin` loversThere you are lost in the shadows, searchin` for someoneTo set you free from New York CityAnd oh, where did all those yesterdays go (yesterdays go)When you still believed love could really be like a Broadway show (like aBroadway show)You were the star, when did it close?Oh, oh, ohYou`re a native New Yorker (New York City girl)No more hope is the doorFor a native New Yorker (New York City girl)Oh, oh, ohYou`re a native New Yorker (New York City girl)You should know the score by nowYou`re a native New YorkerNew York CityNew York City girlNew York CityNew York City girlNew York CityNew York City girlNew York CityNew York City girl