Racine took a trip to 
Long Island 
She got so tired of 
Times Square 
Sometimes she'd look at herself in the mirror 
Sometimes she wouldn't even dare 
Racine always dreamed of 
Long Island 
Things always seemed so clean there 
She took a train out of 
Penn Station 
Blonde wig covered her day hair 
But as she saw her reflection in the black windowed train 
Sweat poured out and washed her makeup off like wet paint in the rain 
Racine Racine 
Racine Racine 
Racine sat in a bar on 
Long Island 
Not knowing anybody there 
Some boys like to have a good time 
Beat her in a parking lot and left her there 
But as Racine stood up in front of the great wall 
The K-Mart lights bled like her heart abandoned as that mall 
Racine Racine 
Racine Racine