Third Rate Romance

Sittin' in a tiny table, in a ritzy restaurant
She was starin' at her coffee cup
He was tryin' to keep his courage up
By applyin' booze

And talk was small when they talked at all
They both knew what they wanted
There was no need to talk about it
They were old enough to scope it out
And keep it loose

She said, "You don't look like my type
But I guess you'll do"
Third rate romance
Low rent rendezvous
And he said, "I'll even tell you that I love you, if you want me to"
Third rate romance
Low rent rendezvous

When they left the bar
They got in his car
And they drove away
He drove to the Family Inn
She didn't even have to pretend
She didn't know, what for

And he went to the desk
And made his request
While she waited outside
When he came back with the key
She said, "Give it to me, and I'll unlock the door"

She kept saying
"I've never really done this kind of thing before, have you?"
Third rate romance
Low rent rendezvous

And he said, "Yes, I have, but only a time or two"
Third rate romance
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Third rate romance
Low rent rendezvous
Third rate romance
Low rent rendezvous