Baby, why don’t you tell me the truth? What is the worst I could do; tell you that I understand, more than your man? Darling, I don’t pretend to know why, you can’t even look me in my good eye, but I know that you, could see right through. Naked shoulder blades and swollen glands. Sweaty fingers when we’re holding hands. And I will always do the best I can, but it’s hard to be a gentleman. So, baby, whether it’s boozed at the bar, or here in the front of your car, we are... I regret; as close as we’ll get.