Oliver Paul, twenty years old, thick head of hair worries he’s going bald. I’m waiting here for you i’m waiting here for you i’m looking ‘cross the room n hoping that you’re lookin too. i gotta go but i hope we can keep in touch i like very much being here with you but you see, all this small talk is killin’ me do you have any siblings? you got a sister yeh she’s a detective, well i bet she’s got some good stories. I’m looking ‘cross the room n hoping that you’re lookin too. I’m waiting here for you i’m waiting here for you i got better things to do than shave my legs, my pits, oh yeh. can i get you anything? a soda? Campari? with lemon? you got it. I’m waiting here for you i’m waiting here for you what’d you think of the ultimate ending? i fast forward, get busy pretending that i’ve seen everything. Do you have any siblings? i got a brother, Blake, he’s four years older than me (n i guess he always will be) yeah he’s clever and he’s got a cool girlfriend (hey Hayley) aw but wait, now that they’re engaged soooooo i hope they have kids so i can be a cool aunty
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