My drunken cigarette, the pitter-patter of falling rain and jazz music sporadically playing; drive me home, oh, beautiful, exotic woman.
Your mother, my mother, and their growing concern...does it concern you?
Inebriated: a foxtrot, a rumba, a waltz. Will you feel my movements, just as I feel yours?
Look at me, see me. My pretty lover, envision my soul. My darling, I will do anything.
My ignorant lover, please look at me. Here I am, and who am I?
Who are we?
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