Odyssey Album

Native New Yorker
Odyssey

New York girl, ooh, ooh, ooh

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

You grew up ridin' 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 and he stated firm

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

New York girl, ooh, ooh, ooh

Music plays, everyone's dancin' closer and closer
Makin' friends and findin' lovers
There you are lost in the shadows, searchin' for someone [Searchin' for
someone]
To set you free from New York City

And, whoa, where did all those yesterdays go
When you still believed love could really be like a Broadway show
You are the star, win the applause

Oh, oh, oh [Oh, oh, oh]
You're a native New Yorker
No one opens the door
For a native New Yorker

[Runnin' pretty, New York City girl]
Oohâ?¦oohâ?¦oohâ?¦
Native, native, native New Yorker

Where did all those yesterdays go
When you still believed love could really be like a Broadway show
You are the star

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

You should know the score, you should know the score by now
You're a native New Yorker, oh, oh, oh
[Native, native, native new Yorker]
You're a native New Yorker

Whoa, oh, ho, ho, you're a native New Yorker
You should know the score
[Native, native, native new Yorker]
You're a native New Yorker

What you waitin' for, no one opens the door
[You're a native New Yorker]
For a native, for a native New Yorker

Lover, lover
Lover, lover
Lover, lover
Lover, lover
Straight from heaven and the stars above
Came the man I love
But it never did occur to me
That my handsome loverman
Was on a family plan
With a double personality

Sometimes I stop and ask myself
What am I doin', where am I goin'
Sleepin' with a married man
Oh, but when he holds me in his arms
Tells me that I'm his lucky charm

[Chorus:]
I'm doin' the best I can
And I'd rather be his weekend lover
Than no kinda lover at all, yeah
I'd rather be his weekend lover
His girl undercover, when the girl my lover doesn't call
Lucky charm, lost in the arms
Of your weekend lover
Lucky charm, lost in the arms
Of your weekend lover
Lucky charm, lost in the arms
Of your weekend lover

Lover, lover
Lover, lover
When he tells me 'bout his boy and girl
And his uptown world
I can see the four in his eyes
Proud as any man can be
Then he look at me
With a sadness he can never disguise
And then he'll stop, take hold of me
What are you doin', where are you goin'
Sleepin' with a married man
Oh, 'cause when he holds my fingertips
Pressed to the words upon his lips

[Chorus]

Oh, oh, oh, oh, yeah
I'd rather be his weekend lover
Than no kinda lover at all, yeah
I'd rather be his weekend lover
His girl undercover, when the girl my lover doesn't call
A weekend lover, girl undercover
With nobody at all, yeah
A weekend, weekend lover