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 you're a little tense, 'look at your
Hands' 'but why do you leave me here,
Here's 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 you're a little tense
Look at your hands from across the hall 'got to make a call'