cause that‘s how we roll

1977

Runnin' pretty, New York City girl
Twenty-five, thirty-five
Hello baby, New York City girl

You grew up riding the subways
Running 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 love, love is just a passing word
It's the thought you had in a taxi cab

That got left on the curb 
When he dropped you off at East 83rd

Oh-oh-oh (oh-oh-oh)

You're a native New Yorker

You should know the score by now
(You should know by now)
You're a native New Yorker

wait for it.

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