MARLA: I can’t believe you’re hitting on me. JONAS: I thought we both felt the spark. And I’m never wrong. MARLA: Never? Wanna bet? JONAS: You wanna drink? I tell you what: I’m right – you drink. MARLA: Hit me.
JONAS: I bet you think you’re pretty tough And sure you are but not enough Still you the type of girl who likes to flirt with danger
MARLA That’s it?
JONAS: You haven’t had a date in years The locals leave you bore to tears But you’d be tempted by a charming handsome stranger
MARLA: Oh please!
JONAS: It would help a … if he’s gone by monday I recon So it’s clean and done before anyone has to know I told you so See, I can read you like an open book And, honey, chapter one looks dynamite Yes, I can read you with a single look And forgive me if I’m staring But you clearly can’t help sharing (…) black and white
MARLA: A few lucky guesses! My turn.
JONAS: You're out of your league.
MARLA: Here. I hope you can hold your liquor.
I bet you think you’re pretty slick The type who doesn’t miss a trick And I can see you’ve got your act down to the letter
JONAS: Compliments don’t count.
MARLA: I know your charming goodness, yes, Not have as much though as you guess But plenty enough to fool the folks who don’t know better
JONAS: Cheers!
MARLA: And in every town all the girls lay down when you (…) them So you get all hot when there’s one who’s got any fight (?) Damn right!
BOTH: Yeah, I can read you like an open book MARLA: The kind that I put down by chapter two BOTH: Oh honey I can read you with a single look JONAS: And, hell, you seem like you’re bestseller MARLA: Please the tale if not the teller But, honey, even Helen Keller could see through you
JONAS: My turn.
MARLA: I’m quaking in fear.
JONAS: You spend your days in the heat and haze And sleepwalk through the (…) You watch it turn to dust and blow away You talk to folks, maybe tell some jokes You smile when they seem down And swear the rain will be here any day But late at night in the failing light You tired to your soul And everything inside comes bursting through Still you keep it hid so your poor sweet kid Won’t see you lose control And pretend that you’re just fine Hope to God it’s true
To much?
MARLA: I can take it. Can you?
I think you read folks like you do to keep the world from reading you. It's hard to hit a target that keeps moving See, I don't know the life you've had. But someone somewhere hurt you bad. And you don't want that wound to start improving. So you come on hard and won't drop your guard for a second. And you pick apart everybody's heart so your own Can stay unknown.
JONAS: Can we stop now?
MARLA: See, I can read you like an open book. You're pretty much like me down to the core.