Met a girl from Bedford-Stuy(vesant)
wasn't a thing she wouldn't try
she whispered to me a sly hello

had to hide my whole delight
when she took me home that night
and to her box spring we did go


Killer legs and skin so soft
a combination found not oft

we went to her Bushwick loft
found the place completely full
by her roommates, 12 in all

and not a single !@#$ wall
(they each paid 800 bucks a month)


(chorus)
You won't believe the %#@! that I've been
forced to endure by Brooklyn girls

They keep on calling and that train keeps stalling
My G train never comes


Met a bird in Williamsburg
oh you know those hips did stir
on the dim dancefloor I made my move

she hadn't seen this band before,
I don't know why, but I was sure
my night would end completely smooth


After the set, back to the bar
she said that her place wasn't that far

I left to grab us both a drink
came back and wouldn't ya know
she had her tongue down the singer's throat

and so my night I did rethink
(didn't want his sloppy seconds no)


In a bar on Bergen Street
I saw her downing a bourbon neat
and thought I wouldn't have to search no more

I felt that pounding in my chest
but then she paid her tab and left
and I saw my good night walk right out the door


Met a girl on the internet
I'm singing now so you can bet

things didn't go the way I'd hoped
try to imagine my surprise
when my online 10 arrived

and looked more like a 3.0
(that's just how the metric system works)


Chorus

Heartbreak and pain while chasing that train

is the story of my Brooklyn nights
That subway rumbles as my love life stumbles
My G train never comes