Argue in the lobby. First things first. Your temper tantrum is paid for. I'll get my money's worth. You say it's not me, so I know what it's all about. You wanted me coming along, not coming out, because I'll cramp your style for the precious little while you need. Squinting back at you through the chlorine in my eyes. You're grinning in the shallow end like a Stepford Wife. A girl asks me if I am competing, too. I say I'm with a friend and I'm pointing right at you. I lean up on the ladder and listen to the chatter fly by. And you could be the last one among the throng of bodies I see. You could be the last one, but you're content to blend seamlessly. And, now, Angela, I'm with you like you asked me to be. Why do we do this? I'm not stupid, I'm just lonely. Here's the keys to the hotel. We could make decisions there, with the lights down low, and the blinds carefully closed. And when we get done, we will be the only ones. Tongues wrapped tight around the reasons why. And when we get through, there's nothing else but me and you. Groping for the guts to say good-bye. Fold a paper boat from a gas receipt, and set it in the drainage by my feet. I don't even try to get in, 'cause they'll turn me away; it's obvious to anyone alive that I'm underage. But I wonder what you're doing that's so time consuming here. Chorus.
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