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
. 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 (passing word). It's the thought you had in a taxi cab
to blame, I'm the one who wears the crown who are you to call my name, call my name Ooh, you've lost your native skin. Ooh, you've lost your native skin. Ooh, you've lost your native skin. Ooh
too late. We must provide our own new birth. I am Native American. The question of honor you must decide. The soul of the nation has been denied. Our dreams have been stolen before our eyes. How do you
