Night at the Rio.
Good - then bad.
We are OK with others around, as close as ever.
But once we are alone, at the end of the night, we soon cover the same ground.
Only now we do so with an almost bored resignation.
Especially on her part.
Why don't I just agree?
She wants me that much.
I want her that much.
Why do I rebel against it?
Music: The Selecter, Missing words
At the very end I ask her to come to the club on Sunday.
She says she will.
We kiss just briefly and I walk away.
I hear the door shut behind me.
I feel a horrible sense of slowly being abandoned by life itself.
Good - then bad.
We are OK with others around, as close as ever.
But once we are alone, at the end of the night, we soon cover the same ground.
Only now we do so with an almost bored resignation.
Especially on her part.
Why don't I just agree?
She wants me that much.
I want her that much.
Why do I rebel against it?
Music: The Selecter, Missing words
At the very end I ask her to come to the club on Sunday.
She says she will.
We kiss just briefly and I walk away.
I hear the door shut behind me.
I feel a horrible sense of slowly being abandoned by life itself.
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