Let it Rain.

Talk to me - like lovers do...

Lover 1: Are you wearing socks?
Lover 2: Yeah - my feet are cold.
Lover 1: Take them off - that's just creepy.
Lover 2: Look - do you want me to be comfortable while we do this or is it all about you?
Lover 1: Oh - I'm sorry, I just don't want to feel like I'm in bed with a 78-year-old-man.
Lover 2: Fine. I'll take them off
ring-ring
Lover 2 (con't): Is that your phone?
Lover 1: It's my mother.
Lover 2: Well don't answer it!
Lover 1: It's my mother! (in to phone) Hello? Mom? No - this isn't a bad time
Lover 2: God Dammit!
Lover 1: Hold on a second, Mom. (to Lover 2) Hey! Where are you going with my Vanity Fair?
Lover 2: I bet Vanity Fair doesn't care if I wear socks.
Lover 1: Oh don't you dare! That's $90 face cream!
Lover 2: Tell your mother I say "hello."
door slams
Lover 1: (yells) You're disgusting! (in to the phone) Hi mom...