Wolf Mother Page #3

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You're not wearing anything.

You're not wearing underwear,

you naughty thing.

Jesus Christ.

I know, I know. - Tonight.

- Tonight, yeah, yeah.

Where do you live,

where do you live?

(whispering) Where do you live?

See you tonight, right? - Yeah.

I'm out the window

at the count of two

'Cause it's a dirty lie

and I'm not gonna ride

- I gotta get my

sh*t together, man.

Oh, she's nice.

I'm not gonna ride

One-eyed old moon

Tell me can't you see

I am one of those that'll ride

(moaning)

- Oh, that's hard, Terry stop.

F***.

Oh, it hurts.

F***in' a**hole.

What's wrong with you?

- You think I could

spend the night here?

- [Jackie] F*** you.

- [Ben Voiceover] Now

you're probably askin'

how the hell was I gonna

get in after hours?

He was young and impressionable.

All I know is that while I was

toolin' his uncircumcised

managerial longhorn, my eyes

were anything but focused

on his sack.

Oh, and about those cameras.

Yeah, I didn't have

to worry about that.

The queer had it off.

What can I say?

It was the only thing

I was ever solid at.

If I had learned

how to walk on water

I would have my sea legs

carry me back to the shore

- [Ben] Someone stole my pearls.

(laughing)

Somebody's not going to

college next year or ever.

These are bullshit.

I'm takin' you with me.

Being a little kid thief,

it gave me some

popularity in school too.

It's not like my rents

gave a f*** about me.

Nah, it was all about

the thirst to live.

(buzzing)

Hey little sister,

don't be afraid

Even though that's what

the newspapers seem to say

- [Ben Voiceover] In one

weekend, two night sleepover,

I walked away with enough

cheddar stacks to start

a fresh existence.

I never need to finger

another individual again.

Honestly, that

thought set me free.

No more bein' a loser, robbin'

stores, mothers, homeless.

See, I had to do this one

final bad to do good,

and if that's what it took to

end this fail I was livin',

so be it.

Yeah, well, keep

dreamin', people.

(sirens blaring)

It ended just a tad differently.

God damn it.

F***!

F***, f***!

The f*** do you want?

The decision that I'd make

next would change everything.

- She said you raped her.

- What?

Rape?

No, I don't think so, Joe.

I don't remember her

runnin' away when she paid

for that roach motel.

- You have proof of that?

- Proof of what?

- That she paid for the room.

- Fellas, take a look at me.

Take the time to take

a good look at me.

- You like treatin' women like that, Mr.

- Brooklyn?

- Alright, wait a second.

- This ain't the first time

we had you in here for

somethin' like this.

- Wait a second.

- Yes?

- Before I answer your question,

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