 Get out of here. Leave me alone. Get out of here. I'll be going, surely. And I'll be drinking slews of whiskey while I wash that black kiss of yours off my lips. And I'll be getting dead rotten drunk so I'll not remember t'was ever born you ever was at all. And I'll be shipping away on some boat that'll take me to the other end of the world where I'll never see your face again. No, no. You don't go.