Letras
I'm sittin' at a fancy table in a rich restaurant
He was staring at her coffee cup
He was tryin' to get his courage up by applying booze
The talk was small when they talked at all, they both knew what they want
There's no need to talk about it
They're old enough to stoke it out and still keep it loose
And 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 tell you I love you if you want me to"
Third-rate romance, low-rent rendezvous
They left the bar, got in his car, and they drove away
They 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
He came back with a key
And she said, "Give it to me, and I'll unlock the door"
And she said, "I've never 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, low-rent rendezvous
Third-rate romance, low-rent rendezvous
Third-rate romance, low-rent rendezvous