Long Island is an island located in the southeast part of the U.S. state of New York, just east of Manhattan. Stretching northeast into the Atlantic Ocean, Long Island contains four counties, two of which are boroughs of New York City (Queens and Brooklyn), and two of which are mainly suburban (Nassau and Suffolk). The term "Long Island" often refers only to Nassau and Suffolk counties in order to differentiate them from New York City, though all four counties are on the island and part of the New York metropolitan area.
As of the 2010 census, Long Island had a population of 7,568,304, making it the most populated island in any U.S. state or territory. It is also the 17th most populous island in the world, ahead of Ireland, Jamaica and the Japanese island of Hokkaidō. Its population density is 5,402 inhabitants per square mile (2,086 /km2). If it were a state, Long Island would rank 13th in population (after Virginia) and first in population density.
Both the longest and the largest island in the contiguous United States, Long Island extends 118 miles (190 km) eastward from New York Harbor to Montauk Point, and has a maximum north-to-south expanse of 23 miles (37 km) between the northern Long Island Sound coast and the southern Atlantic coast. With a land area of 1,401 square miles (3,629 km2), Long Island is the 11th largest island in the United States and the 148th largest island in the world — larger than the 1,214 square miles (3,140 km2) of the smallest state, Rhode Island.
I walked to Long Island with nothing more
Than a paper hat I found to keep me warm
Sometimes it seems you get what you need
So let's decide darling, either we heal or we bleed
It's often that I wish I'd forget myself
Brought me to your knees, it took a little help
So let's be honest or let's move on
Let's pretend, sugar, ain't nothing wrong
I'm fine just where I am
I'm fine, just let me be
You're fine just where you are
You're fine
Open your door and I may be there
Crack your window, let in the summer air
And all this time you were looking too far
Upstairs overhead I was drunk on the floor
You came and went like autumn or spring
If you can't count on me
You can't count on anything
I'm fine just where I am
You're fine just where you are
I'm fine just where I am
You're fine, just let me be
What's keeping me
What's keeping me
What's keeping me
You're pretty dreamy for a boy from
Long island
You should come to see me on my
Western horizon
Seems as though it's cause we're never meant to meet
But I just look at you and know you're pretty sweet
I want to set a place for you at my table
We can sit forever watching reruns on cable
Take you driving in my brother's beat old car
Sharing a cigarette and wish upon a star together
So you say you like my shirt
(I like your shirt)
And you say you've got a lot just like them
(I've got a lot just like them)
And I hear you wrote a song about me
By definition, a crush must hurt
And they do
And they do
Just like the one I have on you.
I want to set a place for you at my table
We can sit forever watching reruns on cable
Seems as though it's cause we're never meant to meet
But I just look at you and know you're pretty sweet
So you say you like my shirt
And you say you've got a lot just like them
And I hear you wrote a song about me
By definition, a crush must hurt
And they do
And they do
Just like the one I have on you.
You're pretty dreamy for a boyfriend
Long island
You should come to see me on my
Western horizon
Take you driving in my brother's beat up car
you're pretty dreamy for a boy from
long island
you should come to see me on my
western horizon
seems as though our paths were never meant to meet
but i just look at you and know you're pretty sweet
i want to set a place for you at my table
we can sit forever watching reruns on cable
take you driving in my brother's beat up car
sharing a cigarette and wish upon a star together
so you say you like my shirt
(i like your shirt)
and you say you've got a lot just like them
(i've got a lot just like them)
and i hear you wrote a song about me
by definition, a crush must hurt
and they do
and they do
just like the one i have on you
i want to set a place for you at my table
we can sit forever watching reruns on cable
seems as though our paths were never meant to meet
but i just look at you and know you're pretty sweet
so you say you like my shirt
and you say you've got a lot just like them
and i hear you wrote a song about me
by definition, a crush must hurt
and they do
and they do
just like the one i have on you
you're pretty dreamy for a boy from
long island
you should come to see me on my
western horizon
take you driving in my brother's beat up car