If I leave here tomorrow Would you still remember me? For I must be travelling on, now, ’cause there’s too many places I’ve got to see. But, if I stayed here with you, girl, Things just couldn’t be the same. ’cause I’m as free as a bird now, And this bird you can not change. Lord knows, I can’t change.
Bye, bye, it’s been a sweet love. Though this feeling I can’t change. But please don’t take it badly, ’cause lord knows I’m to blame. But, if I stayed here with you girl, Things just couldn’t be the same. Cause I’m as free as a bird now, And this bird you’ll never change. And this bird you can not change. Lord knows, I can’t change.
*Air Guitar Solo*
[OOC: Thank you! Thank you! Please remember to tip your waitress!]
Principal Connor storms into the jail, eyes blazing as she glares at the detectives. She stands before their desk and slams what looks suspiciously like a legal form on their desk.
"Hello, gentlemen," she snaps, scowling at the detectives as Marty stops singing in the cell. "I believe you've taken this boy into custody while breaking all sorts of police procedure, so I'd appreciate it if you'd just hand him over before I get the school's lawyer involved. And trust me, you do NOT want to deal with our laywer."
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Would you still remember me?
For I must be travelling on, now,
’cause there’s too many places I’ve got to see.
But, if I stayed here with you, girl,
Things just couldn’t be the same.
’cause I’m as free as a bird now,
And this bird you can not change.
Lord knows, I can’t change.
Bye, bye, it’s been a sweet love.
Though this feeling I can’t change.
But please don’t take it badly,
’cause lord knows I’m to blame.
But, if I stayed here with you girl,
Things just couldn’t be the same.
Cause I’m as free as a bird now,
And this bird you’ll never change.
And this bird you can not change.
Lord knows, I can’t change.
*Air Guitar Solo*
[OOC: Thank you! Thank you! Please remember to tip your waitress!]
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She was a showgirl...
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"Hello, gentlemen," she snaps, scowling at the detectives as Marty stops singing in the cell. "I believe you've taken this boy into custody while breaking all sorts of police procedure, so I'd appreciate it if you'd just hand him over before I get the school's lawyer involved. And trust me, you do NOT want to deal with our laywer."
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"Um... Could I just stay here?"
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Mike gives Principal Connor a predatory smile and gets in her face.
"Well now. We didn't intend to ruffle the petticoats of the local school mistress."