The Disaster Artist Page #11
Round and round we go
Each time I hear you say
This is the rhythm
of the night
The night
Oh, yeah
The rhythm of the night
This is the
rhythm of my life
My life
Oh, yeah
The rhythm of my life
Won't you teach me how
to love and learn
There'll be nothing
left for me to yearn
Think of me and burn
And let me hold your hand
I don't wanna face
the world in tears
Please think again,
I'm on my knees
Sing that song to me
No reason to repent
I know you wanna say it
This is the rhythm
of the night
The night
Oh, yeah
The rhythm of the night
This is the
rhythm of my life
My life
Oh, yeah
The rhythm of my life
This is the rhythm
of the night
The night
Oh, yeah
The rhythm of the night
This is the
rhythm of my life
My life
Oh, yeah
The rhythm of my life
This is the rhythm
of the night
Oooh
This is the rhythm
of the night
Oooh
Rhythm of the night
This is the rhythm
of the night
This is the rhythm
of the night
The night
Oh, yeah
The rhythm of the night
This is the
rhythm of my life
My life
Oh, yeah
The rhythm of my life
This is the rhythm
of the night
The night
Oh, yeah
The rhythm of the night
This is the
rhythm of my life
My life
Oh, yeah
The rhythm of my life
This is the rhythm
of the night
The night
Oh, yeah
The rhythm of my life
This is the rhythm
of the night
Hey, how you doing?
Hi, feeling fine. Why you ask?
Why you standing
against the wall?
Look, I just a guy leaning
on wall, no big deal.
Why you so lonely, tell me.
What? I'm just standing here alone.
Don't mean I'm lonely.
You need help.
I-I see it.
It's not pity party.
It's just party.
You wanna go with me?
Go where?
To my house.
I'm not going anywhere with you.
You think you have long hair,
you own the world?
That's the idea?
I stop you,
I stop you right there.
What is this accent?
It sound familiar.
You from New Orleans?
Yeah, so what?
What the part?
Chalmette.
I love New Orleans.
You know where Chalmette?
Yah.
Okay, cool.
No, I'm not-
I'm not thirsty either.
I just want to stand here.
What's your name, hmm?
Tommy, right?
Yah.
My name Tommy, with capital
Go Away.
It's okay.
Have a nice one.
Okay?
Okay.
Okay. Bye!
'Kay.
People are very
strange this day.
Oh, hi, Betty.
My God.
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