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About Me
- Big Apple Kate
- 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 that you had in a taxi cab that got left on the curb When he dropped you off and he stated firm 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 You're a native New Yorker -Odyssey
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