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*turns up the speakers on his laptop and calls room service for a bigger bottle of gin than the one in the minibar, then proceeds to shove his spare set of clothing into the back of the closet, for once not caring how neat he is about it, mouthing along with the words at first until he begins to sing without realizing it*
Just tell me what you've got to say to me
I've been waiting for so long to hear the truth
It comes as no surprise at all you see
So cut the crap and tell me that we're through
Now I know your heart, I know your mind
You don't even know you're bein' unkind...
So much for all your highbrow Marxist ways!
Just use me up and then you walk away
Boy, you can't play me that way...
Well, I guess what you say is true
I could never be the right kind of girl for you...
I could never be your woman...
Just tell me what you've got to say to me
I've been waiting for so long to hear the truth
It comes as no surprise at all you see
So cut the crap and tell me that we're through
Now I know your heart, I know your mind
You don't even know you're bein' unkind...
So much for all your highbrow Marxist ways!
Just use me up and then you walk away
Boy, you can't play me that way...
Well, I guess what you say is true
I could never be the right kind of girl for you...
I could never be your woman...