Transcribed by Kevin Hung. Last Thursday. 5 30. A shoot in Ladbroke Grove. Hours later. Hey waiter. Could you pour some more of those. . All for you. And when I'm all alone. I'm by the microphone. I see your photograph. Don't even want to laugh. . Some secret. Must keep it. Hey I wouldn't know who to tell. Next morning. Fair warning. Ooh you have you got something to sell. . Wide awake. The cold cold light of day. Realise my taste. My taste just slips away. I say my taste just slips away. . Days later. Saw the paper. How did I fall for you. All for you....