You
Do your city, do your city good.
You grew up riding the subways,
running with people
up
in Harlem, down on Barbados.
No tramp, but you're no lady.
Talkin' bout street talk,
got the heart and soul of New York City.
And love,
love is just a passing word.
It's
a thought to have,
and it's something that
I'll never hear.
When he brought you up,
I
heard it all.
You're a native New Yorker.
You should know the score by now.
You're a
Music plays,
everyone's dancing.
That's the right folks.
Making friends and finding lovers.
There you are, lost in the shadows.
Searching for someone.
Set you free from New York City.
And oh,
where did all those yesterdays go?
When you still believe.
Not the reality like a Broadway show.
knitting.
I'm
a
New York City, New York City, yeah
Yesterday's gone
Nothing's for sure
You were the star,
we ain't getting close, oh
You're a native New Yorker You should know the score by now