[ROB]
Laura
Answer the phone, answer the phone
For fuck's sake won't you
Answer the fucking phone?
[LAURA, spoken]
Hello?
[ROB, spoken]
Oh, hi, it's me, Rob
[LAURA, spoken]
Rob, where are you?
[ROB, spoken]
Laura, listen, I just want to say—
[LAURA & ROB, spoken]
Actually, I can't really talk right now (No, no, no)
[ROB]
I think you're running
You're running scared, little girl
From the sharp point each relationship hits
So you feel the need to blow it to bits
But soon you're gonna wake and see
You can run, little child, but you'll never be free
No, you'll never be free—no, no, no
Have your fun, little child, don't you worry 'bout me
[ROB, ROB & EX-GIRLFRIENDS, EX-GIRLFRIENDS]
Oh, God, don't leave me
Cryin' in the rain
I'm always
Cryin' in the rain
God, I hate
Cryin' in the rain (Cryin' in the rain)
[ROB]
I see you through the window
Looking so drawn and pale
Oh, how can you stand to be manhandled
By that Steven Seagal ponytail?
[ROB, ROB & EX-GIRLFRIENDS, EX-GIRLFRIENDS]
You needed to experiment
And Dickhead fit the bill
But he doesn't love you
And he'll never understand you (Ah)
Like I will (Like I will), like I will
[ROB & EX-GIRLFRIENDS]
(Ooh) You can run, little child (Run)
But you'll never be free (Ooh)
No, you'll never be free (No)—no, no, no (Ah)
Have your fun, little child (Fun)
Don't you worry 'bout me (Ah)
Don't you worry 'bout me (No)—no, no (No), no
[ROB, spoken]
Hello?
Hello?
[ROB, ROB & EX-GIRLFRIENDS, EX-GIRLFRIENDS]
Laura, don't leave me
Cryin' in the rain
I'm always
Cryin' in the rain
God, I hate
Cryin' in the rain (Cryin' in the rain)
Laura!