Michael:
What's your name
Sara:
Sara,
Kiss me
Want a drink
Michael:
No-
Sara:
Good then just kiss me
What did you come her for
If you don't want a kiss,
Doesn't anybody want to kiss me
Michael:
Course I do, but you seem so-
Sara:
Uh, Kiss me
Michael:
You haven't even asked my name-
Sara:
I don't care, kiss me
Michael:
Why so sad?
I think you've drunk too much
And I'm not gonna take-
Sara:
Don't be a hero
Like 'em bad, like DeNero
Or that Mr. Brando
Michael:
Now Little by little
I see what's going on
Yeah, little by little
I see that something's wrong
Is your heart broken
Did DeNero get away
Did mamma ever tell you
That boys, they don't stay
So what was his name
Sara:
Tom
Michael:
Sounds like an asshole
Sara:
All men are assholes
Michael:
Nice to meet you Sara
I'm Michael
Sara:
Shut up and kiss me Michael
Michael:
The problem with you is New York City
Love at the speed of this city
Now little by little
I see what's going on
Yeah little by little
I see that something's wrong
Sara:
Yeah you guessed it
I sleep away my days
My nights are trash and vaudeville
Cigarette clichés