"She was the third beer. Not the first one, which the throat receives with almost tearful gratitude; nor the second, that confirms and extends the pleasure of the first. But the third, the one you drink because it’s there, because it can’t hurt, and because what difference does it make?"
"I’m wasting time, I can’t help it, she’s so fine Oh, I like her style and I love the way she talks and I smile As much as we may try, can’t quite see eye to eye. So in the meantime, I guess we say bye bye”