Baby, I knew you were special, when you come to the Village with that certain accent,
saying you were from New York but not really knowing where anything was.
You said you had to leave by midnight, like Cinderella, which seemed kind of romantic.
You didn’t leave a slipper, though.
I found a LIRR receipt.

Across many tracks I travelled just to see you tonight one more time.
It wasn’t easy to get out here. To leave the city felt a subtle crime.
But you’re worth it, Long Island Girl.
Yes, you’re worth it, Long Island Girl.

You seem funny and smart, Honey, and I don’t care if our cultural reference points don’t seem to be the same. I’m sure that with enough translations or alcohol we can begin to understand each other a little better. I have faith – no, not… that would be stupid.
Maybe we should just take a beat and go back to our respective corners and think about what we’re looking for.
You’re looking for a hookup?
Maybe this can work out just fine…

To find a girl like you in a land like this is ever so rare.
It’s not like I’d really know. This is a destination into I have never dared
but you’re worth it, Long Island Girl.
Oh, yes, you’re worth it, Long Island Girl.

I think this could be the start of something special here. We could meet up here or at my place a couple of times a week, if you’d like. I find you just delightful! We may be onto something, if you don’t mind my saying so!
How about you and me exchanging some more information and –
you want to go again tonight?
Now? But I don’t… I can’t…
Sweetie, I think this is over.

You’re so nice and kind, and really oh so sweet.
But I don’t think you’re the sort meeting I can repeat.
I’m sorry, Long Island Girl.
I’ve gotta get lost now, Long Island Girl.