She Took Me Back To The Hyatt House ... I Don't Wanna Talk About It

I am in the mood for a musical edition of Unconscious Mutterings tonight. Here you go:

• Baby step :: You tripped at every step
• Wasted :: Now there's a tragic waste of brutal youth
• Reggie :: I don't wanna wait in vain for your love
• Pitiful :: these young girls won't let me be, Lord have mercy on me
• Acting out :: Santa Monica in the winter time
• Tomato :: Let's call the whole thing off
• Bad night :: It's been a bad day, please don't take my picture
• Trip :: I know it's coming, there's gonna be violence
• Finance charges :: Send lawyers, guns and money
• Sport :: Bicycle! Bicycle! Bicycle! I want to ride my bicycle!