Metropolitan Feeling....

Young and pretty,
New York City girl...
25, 35 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,
talking that street talk.
You're the heart and soul of New York City.

And love...love is just a passing word.
It's that thought you had in a taxi cab,
that got left on the curb
when he dropped you off and he stated
"Girl...you're a native New Yorker."

You should know the score by now,
you're a native New Yorker."