Don't Bother to Knock Page #2

We'll settle down

Right here in town

We'll have Manhattan

The Bronx and Staten Island too

It's lovely going through

The zoo

"The prince went to the witch

to release his bride.

The old lady merely pointed

to the 100 nightingales.

How was the prince to find her?

The birds were all singing, all but one.

He dashed to this cage and touched it.

And behold, the cage

and the nightingale disappeared.

A lovely girl stood in their place.

And she clasped him around the neck

and she was as beautiful as ever."

- You didn't read very long.

- It wasn't a very long story.

But it has a happy ending.

I think that's nice, don't you?

It's all right.

Will you read me another?

I would. But I think your mother

would rather you went to sleep.

- Are you tattooed?

- No. Are you?

Not now. But I'm gonna be when

I grow up. I can turn out my own light.

- Of course you can.

- But I'm not sleepy.

When the light's off, the sandman'll

come and pour sand on your eyelids.

- Not sand. Cookie crumbs.

- Good night, Bunny.

I'm hot.

There. That'll let in some air.

Could I have my elephant, please?

Now, you turn off the light, Bunny.

- Good night.

- Good night.

A short vacation

On Inspiration Point will spin

And in the station house

We'll end

The city's bustle cannot destroy

The dreams of a girl...

...and boy

We'll turn Manhattan

Into an Isle of Joy

- Hi.

- Hello.

When are you on again?

Whenever I feel like it.

When anyone feels like it.

I liked that last song. You give your

singing character. That's what I like.

Straight from the shoulder.

Like your letters.

- I asked you not to come.

- I'm cynical about letters.

- I read them and tear them up.

- I meant it.

- Drink, mister?

- Rye and soda.

- You wanted to call if off.

- That's right.

I've got a very bright idea.

Let's call it back on again.

The man doesn't understand.

I'm not having anymore.

- Mix it?

- Yeah.

- I thought we were good together.

- We were lovely together.

Then why stop? I'd like to know why.

After the last time, after you left,

I took a long look at you...

...and I decided, so far, no good.

What's been wrong with it?

Nothing much. It's what was going

to be wrong with it.

Call it the old blank wall.

The future without a future.

You know, I met a girl right here

at this bar, six months and a week ago.

I asked her to sing a song.

It gave me gooseflesh and notions.

- "Look," I said...

- Excuse me.

I said, "I believe in a drink,

a kiss, and a laugh now and then."

I can hear her saying it now:

"Fine, I like to laugh."

I still like to laugh.

But not at myself.

I don't want it anymore.

Life's too long...

I'll send you a valentine.

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