Sometimes it appears that we're reaching a
period when our senses and our minds will
no longer respond to moderate stimulation.
We seem to be approaching an age of the gross.
Persuasion through speeches and books is too
often discarded for disruptive demonstrations
aimed at bludgeoning the unconvinced into action.
The young,
and by this I don't mean by any stretch
of the imagination all the young,
but I'm talking about those who claim to speak for the young,
at the zenith of physical
power and sensitivity,
overwhelm themselves with drugs and artificial stimulus.
A lovely evening for temporary romance.
Your friends are leaving.
I couldn't let you drink
alone.
There's 90 ways to leave your lover.
I'm one of them.
One thing to ask before I go.
I said, where is your boyfriend tonight?
A shame he couldn't be here.
Where is your boyfriend tonight?
A shame he couldn't be here.
I woke up screaming.
I pulled on clothes and staggered out.
So take my hand and
I'm feeling
so much better now.
The music starts to sound the same.
The perfume of the cheap champagne.
The moon behind the cloud again.
Temporary romance.
And where is your boyfriend tonight?
And where is your boyfriend tonight?
He's been calling you since half past nine.
A shame he couldn't be here.
Yeah!
There's 90 ways to
leave your lover.
I'm one of them.
One thing to ask before I go.
I said, I couldn't let you drink alone.
I said, I couldn't let you drink alone.
You know, I couldn't let you drink alone.
I can't let you leave.
Yeah!
Where is your boyfriend tonight?
Where is your boyfriend tonight?