Answer
|
Bet
|
you
|
never
|
leave
|
Oh
|
Never
|
Bet
|
you
|
never,
|
never
|
leave
|
Oh
|
Bet
|
you
|
never,
|
no
|
Well
|
you're
|
wrapped
|
up
|
in
|
a
|
blanket
|
And
|
you're
|
staring
|
at
|
the
|
floor
|
The
|
conversation's
|
moderated
|
By
|
the
|
noisy
|
streets
|
below
|
I
|
never
|
wanna
|
hurt
|
you,
|
baby
|
I'm
|
just
|
a
|
mess
|
with
|
a
|
name
|
and
|
a
|
price
|
And
|
now
|
I'm
|
drunker
|
than
|
before
|
they
|
Told
|
me
|
drinking
|
doesn't
|
make
|
me
|
nice
|
You
|
never
|
know
|
where
|
some
|
people
|
will
|
go
|
Yeah,
|
some
|
people
|
been
|
hurting
|
me
|
You
|
can
|
tell
|
by
|
a
|
look
|
By
|
the
|
slightest
|
crook
|
in
|
the
|
neck
|
Or
|
the
|
blink
|
of
|
an
|
eye
|
|
Answer
|
Well
|
they'll
|
say
|
what
|
they'll
|
say
|
And
|
they'll
|
do
|
what
|
they
|
do
|
But
|
that
|
doesn't
|
mean
|
a
|
goddamn
|
thing
|
You
|
can
|
listen
|
if
|
you
|
want
|
You
|
can
|
listen
|
if
|
you
|
don't
|
Yeah
|
they'll
|
talk,
|
yeah
|
they'll
|
even
|
sing
|
Oh,
|
everybody
|
now
|
Oh
|
They
|
come
|
singing
|
through
|
the
|
window
|
Singing
|
through
|
the
|
trees
|
Yeah,
|
they're
|
singing
|
through
|
the
|
bright
|
spring
|
leaves
|
Everybody
|
now
|
Oh
|
Yeah,
|
they
|
love
|
you
|
when
|
they
|
need
|
you
|
But
|
someday
|
you're
|
gonna
|
need
|
to
|
find
|
Some
|
other
|
kind
|
of
|
place
|
to
|
go,
|
oh
|
Bet
|
you
|
never
|
leave
|
Never
|
Bet
|
you
|
never,
|
never
|
leave
|
Bet
|
you
|
never,
|
no
|
|
Answer
|
Now
|
you're
|
standing
|
in
|
the
|
kitchen
|
And
|
you're
|
pouring
|
out
|
my
|
drink
|
Well,
|
there's
|
a
|
very
|
obvious
|
difference
|
And
|
it's
|
that
|
one
|
of
|
us
|
can
|
think
|
If
|
there's
|
a
|
bump
|
in
|
the
|
road,
|
yeah
|
you'd
|
fix
|
it
|
But
|
for
|
me,
|
yeah
|
I'll
|
just
|
run
|
off
|
the
|
road
|
But
|
tonight
|
you've
|
got
|
me
|
cornered
|
And
|
I
|
haven't
|
got
|
a
|
place
|
to
|
go
|
You
|
never
|
know
|
where
|
some
|
people
|
will
|
go
|
Yeah,
|
some
|
people
|
been
|
hurting
|
me
|
You
|
can
|
tell
|
by
|
a
|
look
|
By
|
the
|
slightest
|
crook
|
in
|
the
|
neck
|
Or
|
the
|
blink
|
of
|
an
|
eye
|
Well
|
then
|
they'll
|
say
|
what
|
they
|
|
Answer
|
say
|
And
|
they'll
|
do
|
what
|
they
|
do
|
But
|
that
|
doesn't
|
mean
|
a
|
goddamn
|
thing
|
You
|
can
|
listen
|
if
|
you
|
want
|
You
|
can
|
listen
|
if
|
you
|
don't
|
Yeah
|
they'll
|
talk,
|
yeah
|
they'll
|
even
|
sing
|
Oh,
|
everybody
|
now
|
They
|
come
|
singing
|
through
|
the
|
window
|
Singing
|
through
|
the
|
trees
|
Yeah,
|
they're
|
singing
|
through
|
the
|
bright
|
spring
|
leaves
|
Everybody
|
now
|
Sing
|
it
|
loud,
|
sing
|
it
|
loud
|
Yeah,
|
they
|
love
|
you
|
when
|
they
|
need
|
you
|
But
|
someday
|
you're
|
gonna
|
need
|
to
|
find
|
Some
|
other
|
kind
|
of
|
place
|
to
|
go
|
Don't
|
you
|
know?
|
Oh
|
Don't
|
wanna
|
leave,
|
you
|
and
|
me
|
Start
|
talking
|
'bout
|
other
|
people
|
Oh
|
|