I would leave the place tomorrow with never a backward glance.
So I laughed and brushed past him out of the
Room with my spoon and plate still in my
Hands. youre a little tense, ...look at your
Hands. but why do you leave me here,
Heres where one goes to have a real good
Time. he said: my dear, just after I had
Finished my meal out there on the hallway.
Well well, not today. youre a little tense.
Look at your hands from across the hall. got to make a call...