Scene: A moonlit night near a lake. Cry-Baby and his girl sit on his motorcycle, the distant sound of rock ‘n’ roll echoing in the air (smirks, then turns serious) Maybe I am trouble. But not for you. Never for you.(leans closer, his voice low and sincere) I’m a guy who sings his heart out, rides too fast… and only cries for the things that matter.
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