I'll be breakfasting alone, james. turn off the bloody gramophone, james. leave the curtains drawn if it's all the same. i'm lying here alone. yes i know, james.
Who was that girl i brought home? oh, james! only the daughter of lord what's-his-name. we started out dancing, ended up kissing. now i've woken up to find her missing.
I thought i had her; i don't understand. we held hands. she made plans. somewhere deep in my heart, a spark was lit. i admit it, james.
She must have left while i was sleeping, slipped out the door silently creeping without so much as a "thanks for the evening." i'd've settled for a mere "i'm leaving."
I thought I had her; i don't understand. we played bacchus and pan on the divan. i thought this love could end up infinite. i admit it, james.
What was she playing at? i don't like games. you know these women, james; they're all the same. whatever it was, it was one dirty trick. hey, what's that on your neck, james? is it lipstick?!