-♪ (SOFT MUSIC PLAYING) ♪ -NARRATOR: Previously, on a very special Clone High.
The school was overrun by wild animals,
and I'm not just talking about the students.
Toussaint and his falcon swooped in on Harriet.
Confucius couldn't bear it,
so he brought in his bear and bared his bare chest.
Turns out, the guy's got some pythons!
Meanwhile, the Bleacher Creatures
had some actual snakes.
It's a circus, y'all! Am I the ringleader?
I don't know.
But I am wearing a top hat and tails.
♪ (SOFT MUSIC CONCLUDES) ♪
♪ ("FOREVER YOUNG" BY REACHBACK PLAYING) ♪
You smell that? Love is in the air.
Just like this sign we spent all night making.
I've never been prouder of anything that we've ever--
-♪ (SONG FADES) ♪ -What the fuck, bro?
CLONE 1: Oh my God, it's Confucius!
CLONE 2: He's so hot now!
-CLONE 3: Oh my God, yes! -(CLONES CHEER, GIGGLE)
Don't worry, ladies, there's six of me to go around.
(GASPS) I looked directly at it! (SIGHS)
Here you are, my Valentine.
Five shots of espresso with a drop of water.
We've been officially dating one day and you already know
my favorite drink is a short Americano?
Also known as...
BOTH: A Danny DeVito!
And I love to eat it with a...
BOTH: Low-fat yogurt parfait,
blueberries only, and with a bamboo spoon
because, you know, the Earth is dying.
-Uh, dur. -Duh!
-(BOTH LAUGH) -♪ (SOFT POP SONG PLAYING) ♪
Harriet with Toussaint? Matching shirts?
Matching coffees? Oh, no! My ex-girlf has a new boyf.
And it's Valentine's Day...
Week!
Abs, be strong. We can't let her see our pain.
-(CRYING) -No, Dominic. Roman, come back.
Hobbs! Shaw! No! Letty Ortiz!
-(SIGHS) Just go, Leon. -♪ (SONG FADES) ♪
♪ ("CLONE HIGH THEME SONG" BY ABANDONED POOLS PLAYING) ♪
♪ Way, way back in the 1980s Secret government employees ♪
♪ Dug up Famous guys and ladies ♪
♪ And made amusing Genetic copies ♪
♪ Then the clones As teens were frozen ♪
♪ Thawed out decades later Why? ♪
♪ Back for reasons They're not disclosin' ♪
♪ Giving high school Another try ♪
♪ It's time To watch Clone High ♪
♪ Energetic and engaging Clone High ♪
♪ Our angst is entertaining Clone High ♪
♪ (SONG CONCLUDES) ♪
♪ (CHEERFUL MUSIC PLAYING) ♪
-(KEYS CLACKING) -(TYPEWRITER DINGS)
(BICYCLE BELL RINGING)
-(GASPS) -(TIRES SCREECH)
(LOUD CLANGING)
(DOG BARKS)
-♪ (CHEERFUL MUSIC CONCLUDES) ♪ -(DOG BARKS)
JOAN OF ARC: "Dear Joan of Arc,
your short film has been accepted
at the Wes Anderson Cinemamaking Fellowship for Twee Visionaries
in Prague. Please send reply by carrier pigeon festooned
in a turquoise bow tie."
Oh my God! My film got accepted!
All I have to do is... pay the 2,000-dollar entry fee?
Where am I gonna get that kinda cash? (GROANS)
-Oh. Hey, Joan. -(DUCKS QUACK)
Confucius, what are you doing here?
Ah, tearing up my money and feeding it to the ducks.
-(DUCKS QUACK) -It kinda cheers me up.
Why do you need cheering up? Last time I checked,
you were the richest, most popular guy at school.
It's just, seeing Harriet with Toussaint together
during Valentine's Day Week is killing me.
I wish she could see me with someone
and feel the same way. God, I'm a monster!
Look, I have real-world problems.
I need money to pay my way to an independent film festival.
Wait, I have money!
I know! The ducks are choking on it.
-(COUGHS) -We could make a deal.
I'll give you the money for your festival trip
if you pretend to date me to make Harriet jealous.
Who would believe someone super wealthy like you
would date someone super not wealthy like me?
We'll have to do something many say
is the hardest job in the world.
-♪ (GRANDIOSE FANFARE PLAYS) ♪ -Acting.
Harriet's my friend, I don't want to hurt her.
Or make her hate me again.
But if you can get her back with the right guy, me,
she'll thank you! So, what do you say?
You want people to see your exciting movie, right?
It's a film and it's boring.
-You got yourself a deal. -Great! Let's make it official.
-(DOG WHISTLE BLOWS) -♪ (CHEERFUL MUSIC PLAYING) ♪
CONFUCIUS: My family uses this dog
for all of our sensitive material.
-He's very discreet. -Yeah, we've met.
Our secret's safe in here, good sir.
Pleasure doing business with you, madam.
Crap, I took the dog's pen.
(DOG GROWLS)
♪ ("KISS YOU" BY SUNSHINE STATE PLAYING) ♪
-♪ I just wanna kiss you... ♪ -The results are in.
And it was a three-way tie
for the theme of this year's Valentine's Day Week Dance.
-♪ (SONG FADES) ♪ -So we're going with
"Under the Sea slash Romance in Paris slash Space Odyssey."
Bring a date, or else!
After all, it's Valentine's Day! A celebration of love
and making people feel bad about being single!
-(SONG RESUMES) -♪ I just wanna kiss you ♪
♪ I just wanna kiss you ♪
♪ And now I'm gonna miss you... ♪
Wanna go to the dance, my big brow baby?
-Hell yeah, you bad bitch. -Muah.
♪ (SONG FADES) ♪
Dang it! Everyone's getting a date
to the Valentine's Day Dance except for me.
You'll find someone, Abe. Don't be so hard on yourself.
Yep, I said "hard on" and didn't make a sex pun.
'Cause Jesus is my pun. (SIGHS)
I don't know.
I think the only way I could find a date at this point
is if a new girl walked in that door right now.
-(WINDOW OPENING) -(GRUNTS)
♪ (GENTLE POP SONG PLAYING) ♪
Hi, there. It's my first day
and I could not find the entrance.
Better get the prescription checked. (LAUGHS MANICALLY)
Sorry, some people say my laugh is a little manic
and pixie-like.
(MARY) Anyway, I'll be right back.
I left my tuba outside.
(QUIRKY VOICE) "I can't quit you, window!"
(CHUCKLES) Like the movie? (GRUNTS)
-♪ (SONG CONCLUDES) ♪ -(LOUD THUD)
Oh, she's perfect! This is my chance.
I just gotta finish this tuna-anchovy hoagie
and then I'll ask her out.
(INHALES, GULPS)
(EXHALES) What should I say?
Just be a gentleman.
Ask her what her favorite hymn is.
I mean, not as in male companion "him"
but as in a song that doesn't rhyme.
Don't tell him that. Tell him ladies love a man
who constantly talks about his trouser snake.
Sorry, JFK doesn't listen to you anymore!
Fine, I, er, uh, will go tell him myself.
What? You can't just switch shoulders.
Oh, hello, magic shoulder bird.
Girls love a bad boy, Abe. (LAUGHS)
JFK, I have to, er, uh, save a soul.
You're on your own for a bit.
No little guys judging my every move?
Works for me!
Abe, girls love good boys.
Trust me, if you wanna bag her, you gotta be a douchebag.
-Nice-bag! -Dickwad!
-Kind-wad! -(GROANS)
Got my tuba! It's a miniature. I had it custom made.
Guys, this might not be the best time to do--
-Are you okay? -♪ (SONG RESUMES) ♪
Oh, sorry, I got a bad headache.
Oh, I get those.
Can I play a soothing little tune
that always makes me feel better?
-(INHALES DEEPLY) -♪ (TUBA PLAYING) ♪
-ANGEL: Tell her you're on the path of righteousness. -Uh-huh.
DEVIL: ...till her barn door busts open!
ANGEL: ...platonically until your union
-is officially recognized by God. -Put your wang
-in a popcorn bucket! Yahtzee! -...and then you want to give her 20 children.
-(SCHOOL BELL RINGING) -Oh! Gotta go. (PANTS)
-My name's Mary, by the way. -Abe, me name!
Perfect. Now, we have enough time
to get you a brand-new leather jacket!
Shouldn't you be getting back to JFK?
Ah, he can handle a little existential void.
Let him, er, uh, think for himself for a while.
I am gonna flip over this desk!
-(THUD) -Ha-ha!
I felt nothing!
Scudworth, there is a surprisingly attractive woman
asking for you.
It's her! My internet date for the school dance is here!
-How do I look? And smell? -Like hot dog water.
Perfect! Bring her in, Mr. B.
♪ (ROMANTIC MUSIC PLAYING) ♪
(MOANS, GIGGLES IN SLOW MOTION)
-(SLAPS) -(BOING)
-♪ (ROMANTIC MUSIC CONCLUDES) ♪ -My dear! It is you!
You are finally here in person, S. Kunk!
S. Kunk? That's an unusual name.
I brought you a bouquet, Cinnamon.
Oh, no.
What a beautiful and unique bouquet!
(SNIFFS) Why this flora is so sparkly, it's--
-(EXPLOSION) -Ow!
I just-- Oh, God!
Try and catch me, bitch!
-(SPRAY HISSING) -(SCREAMS) No!
Skunky Poo!
(SIGHS) Here we go again.
♪ (JAUNTY ORCHESTRAL MUSIC PLAYING) ♪
♪ (JAUNTY MUSIC CONCLUDES) ♪
Okay, are you sure you're ready for this?
Once the plan's in motion, there's no turning back.
Hey, I signed the contract, didn't I?
I'm in, boyfriend.
Then I'm in too, girlfriend.
Let's do this!
♪ ("BAD FOR YOU" BY SLACKS PLAYING) ♪
(CLONES GASP)
CLONE 1: Alas.
CLONE 2 : Joan and Confucius are together?
-I did not see this coming! -Why do they keep putting signs
in front of the door?
Confucius is with Joan?
BOTH: And they're walking in slo-mo?
The term is slo-mo sexual.
-(BOTH GASP) -(CUPS SHATTERING)
-(ALL GASP) -♪ (SONG CONCLUDES) ♪
You two? A couple? (SCOFFS) Seriously?
A slay with a certified nay?
We're two lovers
who are going to the dance together as lovers.
Yup. Lovers! (CHUCKLES LIGHTLY)
My ex-boyf and my on-again, off-again BFF together?
I mean, I-- I don't care at all
but, like, are you f'ing kidding me?
You sound-- how do you say? Like you care.
Oh, no, no, no, no, no, no.
Confucius and I were never on the same page,
like, whereas you and I are like...
BOTH: Two beans in a pod. 'cause we both hate peas!
Exactly.
Look at you, with your hair and your face.
I am noticing and touching your hair
and face as well, oh, lover of mine.
-(MOANS SOFTLY) -Something feels off here.
Real couples are so into each other,
it's like their bodies become one.
-(BOTH MOAN) -(JOAN GROANS)
-CLEOPATRA: See? -(FRIDA KAHLO MOANS)
Our public displays of affection tend to be more private.
'Cause things tend to get pretty graphic.
Every genital is in play.
Come on, babe. Let's get out of eye shot
and ear shot and nose shot.
(CLEO AND FRIDA GROAN)
♪ ("GONNA MAKE IT SOMEHOW" BY WOLFGANG BLACK PLAYING) ♪
♪ I'm still dreaming of the... ♪
Hey, Mary. I see you like water, huh?
I was wondering,
"water" your plans for the school dance?
-♪ (SONG STOPS) ♪ -You gotta do better than that.
Tell her you want to see her H2-Oh-face.
No, tell her that you celebrate body positivity
and loathe toxic masculinity.
Wait, he can't say those words just because he thinks
that's what she wants to hear. It's manipulative!
(DEEP VOICE) Who cares? Whatever it takes, baby!
(HIGH VOICE) No, it has to be sincere!
(HIGHER VOICE) What if he expresses his intention,
then fulfills the promise?
(DEEPER VOICE) What if he does this... (SNARLS)
Hey, you're wasting your time over that shoulder.
-Come over here! -Hell yeah.
-Fuck you guys. -(GRUNTS)
-(GROANS) -Disgusting!
Well, I never!
DEVIL: They're just jealous losers!
-ANGEL: You should be ashamed of yourselves. -Are you okay?
Huh? Oh, hi, Mary!
-TINY DEVIL: Suck it. -Leave me alone!
Okay. Sorry. Bad time, none of my business.
-No, not you! Wait! Mary! -Nothing matters, baby!
-Tell 'em, Nietzsche! -Embrace the chaos!
JFK: Ich bin ein Berliner! I'm a jelly donut!
(SIGHS) So, you answered an ad from someone named "S. Kunk"
and it didn't occur to you that it was Skunky Poo?
You would have fallen in love too, Mr. B!
-Read this. I am not a fool. -♪ (ROMANTIC MUSIC PLAYING) ♪
"Cinnamon, I dream to fall asleep in your arms
-as the moon rises..." -(GROANS)
"...and wake again in those loving arms as the sun rises."
I mean, it's not great.
-♪ (MUSIC STOPS) ♪ -It's fucking beautiful, okay?
MR. BUTLERTRON: But look at all the misspellings!
I'm going to write to the dating website
to inform them. Let me just take this pen.
Dearest Highschoolprincipalinlove.biz--"
(EXPLOSION)
-You really didn't see that? -You are so stupid.
-Try to catch me, bitch! -No!
-(SKUNKY POO LAUGHS) -Skunky Poo! Why?
You need help. You do!
-(SNIFFLES) -♪ (SOMBER MUSIC PLAYING) ♪
(WHIMPERS) I do need help!
How could you write those words to me
and not feel something?
I did feel something.
I don't know what's wrong with me.
Anytime I have something good, I blow it up for a cheap laugh.
But I'm crying on the inside.
Bitch!
We will get you that help, S. Kunk.
♪ (SOMBER MUSIC CONTINUES) ♪
(BOTH SNIFFLE)
(SKUNKY POO WHIMPERS)
Thank you, Scudworth. I really do want to change.
I believe in you, Skunky Poo.
(SOBS, SNIFFLES)
She'll never change.
You are so cynical, Mr. B, you know that?
That is no way to go through life.
True love conquers all.
That's what I have for Skunky Poo!
-(EXPLOSION) -PRINCIPAL SCUDWORTH: Oh, fuck!
(OPEN CAR DOOR ALARM BEEPING)
Sorry!
-(GRUMBLES) -Force of habit!
-(WATER LAPPING) -(BIRDS CHIRPING)
Do you think everyone bought it?
The nuzzling and the hands in each other's pockets?
It's a good start
but we'll have to step it up at the dance.
Like Channing Tatum in a Channing Tatum movie.
We have to be convincingly in love,
so just stare into my eyes
and think of something you really love.
♪ (SOFT PULSING MUSIC PLAYING) ♪
-♪ (MUSIC STOPS) ♪ -(LAUGHS)
I was thinking of this FlipFlop video I love
where this toddler has a knife and his mom is like,
"Put that knife down!" And then it just suddenly ends.
Focus, this is important!
♪ (SOFT PULSING MUSIC PLAYING) ♪
-♪ (MUSIC STOPS) ♪ -(LAUGHS) Sorry.
That reminded me of a video
where this family is having a picnic
and a little monkey steals their knife
and it suddenly ends. (LAUGHS)
(LAUGHS) God, I love an abrupt ending.
-(LAUGHS) Me too. -(LAUGHS)
And I thought you only watched pretentious art house films.
Ouch, is that really what you think of me?
Oh, I don't mean it in a bad way.
I just know how important this film festival is to you.
It's not really about the film festival.
It's just, ever since I was unfrozen,
I've been so caught up in my friends.
Making friends, betraying friends,
making new friends,
turning my back on those friends.
I just want to get back to my cool indie girl roots
when I didn't care if I even had friends.
I get that.
I wish I didn't care so much about getting Harriet back.
It's just, being with her was the closest I ever felt
to being loved by someone other than my stylist
and nutritionist, and of course, all the Russian bots
I don't have the heart to block.
But Harriet still cheated. Maybe I'm just not lovable.
But... (SCOFFS LIGHTLY) ...you're the most lovable guy
-I've ever met. -Really?
Well, you're the coolest indie girl I've ever seen!
And I've seen Juliette Lewis pee in a trough at Sundance!
And also at the House of Blues.
♪ (SOFT PULSING MUSIC PLAYING) ♪
-♪ (MUSIC STOPS) ♪ -(CLEARS THROAT) Well, uh, I think we got it.
The look.
Yeah, we super-duper got it.
So, we will meet at the dance tonight
and make Harriet jealous.
Great. And what do we do right now?
-Abrupt ending? -Ye--
♪ (POP MUSIC PLAYING) ♪
(INDISTINCT CHATTER)
CONFUCIUS: Joan! Up here!
You look... great.
I didn't even know there was a stairway there.
CONFUCIUS: Oh, they put 'em all over the dance
so people could have great entrances.
Ready to pretend we like-like each other?
Ready. To pretend. One thing!
I never actually dance at dances.
We gotta make it believable.
True, but, uh, I can't really dance in these.
Well, then I can't dance in these.
(GLASS SHATTERING)
-(LOUD THUD) -(CLONE SCREAMS)
(JOAN GIGGLES)
♪ (UPBEAT MUSIC PLAYING) ♪ -BOTH: Oh!
BOTH: Are you leading? I thought I was.
(BOTH CHUCKLE)
BOTH: We keep saying the same thing at the same time.
-Oh! -BOTH: We did it again.
BOTH: This is funny and not frustrating at all.
BOTH: Pickle! Hiccup! Smorgasbord! Ah!
(BOTH LAUGH)
They're doing such different things, but it--
it works.
Like puzzle pieces that fit perfectly.
You all right, mon chérie?
I noticed you said something to yourself,
which makes it harder for me to speak at the same time.
Yeah, everything's fine. I'm just...
BOTH: Having a moment!
Ah, that's better.
Okay.
Hi, Mary. I know it's last minute,
but I've been dying to ask you to the dance
from the moment we met.
You sound like a cuck, bro.
You sound like a handsome gentleman.
-I borrowed... -Give her a corsage!
-...my Uncle Giuseppe's funeral suit... -Hump her leg!
-...for a reason. -Ask her to get married!
-MEDIUM DEVIL: Hey, what are-- -TINY ANGEL: It's so dark!
-(ANGELS AND DEVILS CLAMORING) -Quiet!
-♪ (SOFT UPBEAT MUSIC PLAYING) ♪ -Abe, is that you?
Hey, Mary? I just wanted to say I'm sorry.
I've been getting a lot of advice from a lot of people
on what I should say to you, but really all you need to know
is I'm a stupid awkward virgin
who says the wrong thing a lot
and may have killed an old lady with a kiss.
Is there any chance you might wanna go to the dance with me?
No.
Oh. Okay. I get it. It was a stupid idea.
Wait.
(FOOTSTEPS RUNNING)
I can't because I was making tuna-anchovy hoagies
and I was waiting for the blue cheese to melt.
I love tuna-anchovy hoagies!
Every school I've ever been to, people make me feel
like a weirdo. But when I'm with you,
I don't feel like the weird one at all. (CHUCKLES SOFTLY)
I wish I could say I was doing it on purpose.
You don't have to say anything.
(SLURPING)
I guess I don't need this anymore.
ANGELS AND DEVILS: Yay! We made it!
-♪ (MUSIC TURNS INTENSE) ♪ -(SCREAMING)
-Grab my hand! -Holy mother of fuck!
-Oh, fuck! -Holy mother of fuck!
(GRUNTS, GROANS)
-(GRUNTS, PANTS) -♪ (INTENSE MUSIC CONCLUDES) ♪
Oh, fu--
(THUNDER RUMBLING)
My own school dance and I can't get a date.
Valentine's Day, you're a heartless beast indeed.
♪ (SOFT MUSIC PLAYING) ♪
-I'm sorry, Scudworth. -Skunky Poo?
I want to show you something.
Skunky Poo, this says that you completed your rehab program.
-Is that true? -Yes.
It's watermarked.
This certificate is clearly authentic.
-And you had it notarized? -I did.
May I have this dance...
bitch?
It would make all my dreams come true.
♪ ("START AGAIN" BY CLOONEY PLAYING) ♪
-♪ What if you followed me... ♪ -(SKUNKY POO SQUEAKS)
(MOANS SOFTLY)
♪ Back to the place We began... ♪
(SKUNKY POO SLURPS, EXHALES DEEPLY)
♪ Noting is perfect But wasn't it worth it... ♪
SKUNKY POO: Hmm?
(BOTH LAUGH)
♪ Even with the tears In our eyes ♪
♪ Holding you near We'll sing happy new year... ♪
♪ Count to ten, begin again Say one more time... ♪
-(SKUNKY POO MOANS) -(GASPS, GROANS)
♪ Sorry forgive me And don't ever leave me... ♪
(GRUNTS)
♪ Start again ♪
♪ Sunrise and morning Clean slates and new dawnings ♪
♪ I know we... ♪
-♪ (SONG STOPS ABRUPTLY) ♪ -(EXPLOSION)
Try and catch me, bitch! (GIGGLES)
-I always will, Skunky Poo. -(WHINES)
I always will.
-♪ (MELANCHOLIC MUSIC PLAYING) ♪ -(WHIMPERS)
(WHEELS SQUEAK)
So, you fantasized about fathering a skunk baby?
Her name was Rita.
♪ (SOFT POP MUSIC PLAYING) ♪
Harriet's watching. Let's keep acting
like we're super into each other.
Yeah. (CHUCKLES SOFTLY) Acting.
-♪ (MUSIC STOPS) ♪ -DJ: Attention!
We have some lost and found items.
Let's see, we got a pair of transition glasses,
a pashmina, and also a contract that says
Joan and Confucius's relationship is fake!
(CLONES GASPING)
They had a deal to make Harriet jealous
so she'd get back with Confucius
and then he'd pay Joan's way to go to a film festival.
If no one wants the glasses, my nana could use 'em.
-CLONE 1: How desperate! -CLONE 2: For different reasons!
CLONE 3: But it's so much worse for the girl!
-CLONE 4: Yeah, why is that? -CLONE 5: Cultural norms
dictate gender roles, bro!
Take me somewhere less embarrassing!
-(ENGINE STARTS) -(TRUCK BEEPING)
Oh, dear Lord, please go faster than this!
CLONE 6: How embarrassing for her and not him!
I can't believe
Joan and Confucius's relationship
was just a deal to get me back!
-This-- -This changes everything.
-I-- -I know you so well.
I see what is coming.
You are breaking up with me to get back with Confucius.
I do not like it, but I will not put up a fight.
Thank you, Toussaint. You're a truly great person.
Because you're just like me.
♪ ("AT SOME POINT IN TIME" BY JASON WARD PLAYING) ♪
♪ At some point in time... ♪
(INHALES SHARPLY) Mm.
Confucius! I was so jealous and mad at you and Joan,
but now I know you did it for me!
It was so unexpected and dramatic and crazy,
but that is what I love about you!
You're my valentine. And I'm yours.
I always have been.
-(TRUCK BEEPING) -(GROANS SOFTLY)
♪ I know That you'd get disappointed... ♪
That's, uh, great.
I just-- I have to do something first.
♪ (SONG FADES) ♪
-♪ (UPBEAT MUSIC PLAYING) ♪ -What's wrong, JFK?
Nothing's wrong. (SIGHS) Nothing's right, either.
Everything just... is.
-Oh, he's got the ennui. -His feet stink.
-(SHUDDERS) -There you are!
Where's the angel?
-Dead. All dead. -What?
So, you're gonna be the only one putting things in my head?
I'd like to put my head in their things. (LAUGHS)
TINY ANGEL: Not so fast!
Tiny Angel me, you made it!
-By the grace of God. -You know what?
I like this combo right here. From now on,
you can tell me what to say and who to do.
And you can make sure I go to church and apologize for it.
-BOTH: Deal. -And that's how to be a Kennedy.
♪ (BRIGHT MUSICAL STING) ♪
♪ ("UNREHEARSED" BY ABANDONED POOLS PLAYING) ♪
(QUACKING)
-Oh, hey. -Hey.
I just came to give you the money.
-So you can go to Prague. -I just tore up the deal.
You don't have to give me any money.
Oh. But Harriet wants to get back together with me.
You earned it.
I just kinda want to be alone, if that's okay.
Right. Yeah, me too.
Just so you know,
Harriet and I didn't actually get back together.
What? But I saw you kiss her.
Joan, my acting like I liked you turned real,
and now I'm all confused because I got what I wanted
but I don't think I want it anymore.
Like that time my parents got Fergie to perform
at my ninth birthday, and I was like,
"Oh, this is sick!"
Then she actually performed, and I was like,
"Oh, I forgot what Fergie sounds like."
Does that make sense?
It makes all the sense.
Guess, like, my acting like I liked you
turned real, too.
So, now what?
Now, we do this...
(FIREWORKS CRACKLING, WHISTLING)
♪ High, so high I'm not wasted ♪
♪ I'm just unrehearsed So come, baby, come ♪
♪ I'm not asking ♪
♪ Now it's pouring Out your mouth ♪
♪ So high, I'm not wasted I'm just unrehearsed ♪
♪ So come, baby, come I'm not asking ♪
♪ Now it's pouring Out your mouth ♪
♪ It's not just luck Not a trick of the trade ♪
♪ You feel like you're stuck ♪
♪ Getting over the choices We made ♪
♪ You've been running Like a waterfall ♪
♪ Can we stop talking For a little while ♪
♪ And maybe shed the weight Of our former skins ♪