Oh you, you know who you are, cause I don't

Vermeer had his girl with the pearl earring, Don Quixote had his fair Dulcenia del Tobaso, Gilbert had his Garbo and even Lance Bass had his girl on the Chicago Subway system. And now The Nudge has you, sweet white shoed girl from MySpace. I will never know your name, I will never know if you are kind to strangers in need, I will never hear the sweet twang of your Staten Island accent. The only thing I am sure of is that you came like a thief in the night, and stole The Nudge's heart. AH, fair lass, touche', for this is a game that you qualify as an expert in.