“I cried so hard that you pushed me further away. I screamed so loud you called the police on me. I got so city girl on you.”

“I get so sad that sad gets to be.So scared that all my feelings they up and leave me. I got so city girl on you. I go so crazy I don't know what to do.”

“Hey I just met you,and this is crazy,but here's my number,So call me maybe?It's hard to look right at you baby,But here's my number,So call me maybe?”

“- How dare you, I repeat, In disregard of all decency, call me a goose?- I spit on your head, Ivan Ivanovich! What are you screaming so for?”

“I told myself to just stay away from you and let you be mad at me, because I do have so many issues that I'm not ready to share with you yet. And I tried so hard to stay away, but I can't.”

“You so f*ckin pretty, you got that?” The hand moved lower. “So pretty everywhere.”She swallowed. Her mouth had gone so dry it was hard to talk. “To you, maybe.”“Aye.” His lips moved further up her neck until he pulled away enough for their eyes to meet. “Aye, to me.”