It's a quarter-to-twelve. And ain't nobody answering. Fell under your spell. But ooh, that feeling is fleeting. . I've had my fill. And I just don't wanna fight any more.
(A. Bell / V. Clarke). . Hey, now did I tell you that I was going?. Yes, I'm leaving, 'cause there's no room in this house.. You're just too much in love with yourself..