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Sitting at a tiny table in a ritzy restaurant |
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She was staring at her coffee cup |
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He was trying to keep his courage up by plying booze |
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Talk was small 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 scope it out |
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And keep it loose |
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She said, "You don't look like my type but I guess you'll do" |
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Third rate romance, low rent rendezvous |
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He said, "I'll even tell you that I love you if you want me to" |
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Third rate romance, low rent rendezvous |
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They left the bar, they got in his car |
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And they drove away, they 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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He went to the desk and made his request |
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While she waited outside |
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He came back with the key, she said |
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"Give it to me and I'll unlock the door" |
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She kept saying, "I've never really done |
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This kind of thing before, have you?" |
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Third rate romance, low rent rendezvous |
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He said, "Yes I have but only a time or two" |
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Third rate romance, low rent rendezvous |
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Third rate romance, low rent rendezvous |
