Bettes brow crinkled as her brain joked Hey lady, thats my life at this point in time, not yours. And how the ***** do you know how its going all the way from – what do they call it – down under? Bette cracked a half-grin at this, despite her mood.

The singer obviously wasnt listening to Bette the Great and continued heedless:

‘When you’re young you have this image of your life:
That you’ll be scrupulous and one day even make a wife.
And you make boundaries you’d never dream to cross,
And if you happen to you wake completely lost. ‘

Bette drew a shocked breath and realized with surprise at this point that she was half-sagged against the wall, her heart simply too surprised by what she was hearing to give the muscles keeping her vertical enough energy to keep her that way. Her head gave a inner shudder as it realized that something had snuck past its tight closed gates to the place she was protecting.

‘But I will fight for you, be sure that
I will fight until we’re the special two once again. ‘

I cant. ..I – cant!!!! You stupid ***** Australian!!! Bette yelled at the small black unit sitting smug in her living room. The stupid ***** Australian really wasnt listening, because she kept on going straight over the top of the screaming American. The screaming American looked mildly stunned that she had just screamed at a piece of machinery. The Australian sang:

‘When we will only need each other, we’ll bleed together,
Our hands would not be taught to hold another’s,
cause we were the special two.
And we could only see each other, we’ll breath together,
These arms will not be taught to need another’s,
When we’re the special two ‘

Bette slumped all the way down the wall and felt the crying take control.

Were the special two she hiccupped. The Australian seemed to have shut up. Only a piano was playing.

Thank God Bette muttered to no one in particular. But it seemed that the foreigner wasnt done yet:

‘I remember someone old once said to me:
” that lies will lock you up with truth the only key.”
But I was comfortable and warm inside my shell,
And couldn’t see this place could soon become my *****.
So is it better to tell and hurt or lie to save their face?
Well I guess the answer is don’t do it in the first place. ‘