show me a knife and ill show you conversation.nnthis isnt love, no its interrogationnnso, uh, girl what are you doing here?nnwhat are you doing here?nnim sorry, so sorry, so sorry, i did.nnno, i don't know what this has become,nnsome learn and i've learned we're done.nnlocked doors, no keys to the apartment.nnoh, stopnnnobody knowsnnsummer nights are always lonely,nni can tell youre holding somethingnni don't believe a word that you saynnif youd understand,nnthat im not the type of boy with great demands,nnbut youre just that type of girlnnif youd understand,nnthat im only looking out to lend a hand,nnbut youre not that kind of girl.nnwhat did you say to mennto make me bleed so hard?nnnow i'm calling the guards,nncause i don't know what you're doing here.nnwhat are you doing here?nnand we'll break down the door,nnand we'll break every bone in your body,nnbone in your body.