Don't worry, Mum
I'll be okay
New York is safer than London
First thing I'll do is write to you
You promised you wouldn't cry
I've got my passport and makeup
I don't think there's anything I've missed, Mum
Oh, where's that list, Mum?
You take good care
Don't be so daft
You're gonna smudge your mascara
I'll be all right
Go out tonight
It'll do you good to have some fun
Here, have a Kleenex
Dry your eyes
You know I don't do goodbyes
I'm sorry, girls
I won't be there
This Friday night down at Whispers
On Friday night
I think I might
Be skating in Central Park
I might be sipping a cocktail
Or maybe eating my tuna sannies
Outside Barney's
Can't say how long I'll be away
But I can't come to Ibiza - rrr!
Donna and Sue, I'll email you
Dawn, you know that I will miss you too
Don't start to blub, you dozy tart
We'll stay in touch
Cross my heart