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Sittin' at a tiny table |
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In a ritzy restaurant |
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She was starin' at her coffee cup |
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He was tryin' to keep his courage up |
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By applying booze |
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The talk was small |
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When they talked at all |
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They both knew what they wanted |
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There was no need to talk about it |
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They were old enough to scoff it out |
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And keep it loose |
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She said, you don't look like my type |
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But I guess you'll do |
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Third rate romance |
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Low rent rendezvous |
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He said, I'll even tell you |
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That I love you |
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If you want me to |
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Third rate romance |
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Low rent rendezvous |
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[Musical Interlude] |
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And they left the bar |
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They got in his car |
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And they drove away |
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He drove to the Family Inn |
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She didn't even have to pretend |
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She didn't know what for |
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Then he went to the desk |
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And made his request |
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While she waited outside |
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And he came back with the key |
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And she said, give it to me |
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And I'll unlock the door |
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She kept sayin' |
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I've never really done |
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This kind of thing before |
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Have you |
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Third rate romance |
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Low rent rendezvous |
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And he said, yes I have |
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But only a time or two |
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Third rate romance |
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Low rent rendezvous |
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Third rate romance |
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Low rent rendezvous |
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Third rate romance |
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Low rent rendezvous |
