The impact, the aftershave, the european cigarettes 
The taxi, the alcohol that lingers on your breath 
The lipstick, the street lamp, the woolen overcoat 
The front desk, you tell yourself, it isn't over yet 
Second best, oh second best 
I can learn to live with this 
Plus I really need a rest 
After all what's wrong with second best 
What's wrong with second best 
The motel, the distances, cave into kisses cold and wet 
Familiar exchanges, like needle pulling thread 
The empty movements that once were so inspired 
Desperate attempts to fan the flames without a fire 
The mattress creeks beneath 
The symphony of misery and cum 
Still we lie jerking back and forth 
And blurring into one 
Second best oh second best 
I can learn to live with this 
Plus I really need a rest 
After all what's wrong with second best 
What's wrong with second best