He wanted to win.
Only one thing could stop him winning.
My husband wanted to rip his head off.
'He better watch his fucking step.'
I don't know why he didn't.
'Who the fuck does he think he is!'
Don't know why he used to keep me waiting.
'Messin' with what's mine!'
When he was supposed to pick me up.
'I'm gonna fuck him up.'
After I finished work, or rehearsal.
'Why the fuck did he choose you?'
Left me with him.
'Blah, blah, blah.'
'Lovers walk along a shore
And leave their footprints in the sand
Is the sound of distant drumming
Just the fingers of your hand?'
~Bergman, Legrand
