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A one-time star of beach movies, now a dissipated gigolo living off
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(To himself)
This is no life for a grown man. Fast flings with great-grandmothers. Spending my last bucks on Ban De Soleil. No one takin' me serious. Still, there was someone, once, who treated me like more than just a plaything, more than just a pretty face. Oh, Marcy, have mercy on me...
(Recite lyric like a speech)
NO MOVIES WILL CAST ME,
THEY KNOW I CAN'T ACT.
MY BEST YEARS ARE PAST ME,
MY CAPS ARE ALL CRACKED...
MY MARCY HAD FAULTS BUT
HAD MONEY I LACK!
OH, I GOTTA GET HER BACK!
I CAN'T AFFORD DRINKIN',
I CAN'T AFFORD DRUGS;
MY ASSETS KEEP SHRINKIN',
(Straightening his hair:)
I'VE BEEN THROUGH THREE RUGS.
BEFORE I'M NO LONGER
THAT GOOD IN THE SACK,
I GOTTA GET MY MARCY BACK!
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