MARLA:
I can’t believe you’re hitting on me.
JONAS:
I thought we both felt the spark.  And I’m never wrong.
MARLA:
Never? Wanna bet?
JONAS:
You wanna drink? I tell you what: I’m right – you drink.
MARLA:
Hit me.

JONAS:
I bet you think you’re pretty tough
And sure you are but not enough
Still you the type of girl who likes to flirt with danger

MARLA
That’s it?

JONAS:
You haven’t had a date in years
The locals leave you bore to tears
But you’d be tempted by a charming handsome stranger

MARLA:
Oh please!

JONAS:
It would help a … if he’s gone by monday I recon
So it’s clean and done before anyone has to know
I told you so
See, I can read you like an open book
And, honey, chapter one looks dynamite
Yes, I can read you with a single look
And forgive me if I’m staring
But you clearly can’t help sharing
(…) black and white

MARLA:
few lucky guesses! My turn.

JONAS:
You're out of your league.

MARLA:
Here. I hope you can hold your liquor.

I bet you think you’re pretty slick
The type who doesn’t miss a trick
And I can see you’ve got your act down to the letter

JONAS: [bad word] don’t count.

MARLA:
I know your charming goodness, yes,
Not have as much though as you guess
But plenty enough to fool the folks who don’t know better

JONAS:
Cheers!

MARLA:
And in every town all the girls lay down when you (…) them
So you get all hot when there’s one who’s got any fight (?)
 [bad word] right!

BOTH:
Yeah, I can read you like an open book
MARLA:
The kind that I put down by chapter two
BOTH:
Oh honey
I can read you with a single look
JONAS:
And, [bad word]  you seem like you’re bestseller
MARLA:
 Please the tale if not the teller
But, honey, even Helen Keller could see through you

JONAS:
My turn.

MARLA:
I’m quaking in fear.

JONAS:
You spend your days in the heat and haze
And sleepwalk through the (…)
You watch it turn to dust and blow away
You talk to folks, maybe tell some jokes
You smile when they seem down
And swear the rain will be here any day
But late at night in the failing light
You tired to your soul
And everything [bad word] bursting through
Still you keep it hid so your poor sweet kid
Won’t see you lose control
And pretend that you’re just fine
Hope to God it’s [bad word] 

To much?

MARLA:
I can take it. Can you?

I think you read folks like you do to keep the world from reading you.
It's hard to hit a target that keeps moving
See, I don't know the life you've had.
But someone somewhere hurt you bad.
And you don't want that wound to start improving.
So [bad word] on hard and won't drop your guard for a second.
And you pick apart everybody's heart so your own
Can stay unknown.

JONAS:
Can we stop now?

MARLA:
See, I can read you like an open book.
You're pretty much like me down to the core.

JONAS:
Oh I can read you

MARLA:
Yes I can read you.

BOTH:
Let's turn the page and read a little more.