“Now, there's a man and a woman.
He's a cook, she's a waitress.
Now, they meet
and they don't connect,
only she noticed him,
he could feel it, and he noticed her
and they both knew
it was gonna happen.
They made love
and for maybe one whole night,
they forgot the million things
that make people think
"I don't love this person,
"I don't like this person,
I don't know this..."
Instead, it was perfect
and they were perfect
and that's all there was
to know about it.
Only now, she's beginning
to forget all that
and maybe he'll forget it, too.
So could you play an encore
for [....] and [....]
in the hope of something that ought
to last and not self-destruct?”
------- by : Terrence McNally
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