Third Rate Romance

Sittin' at a tiny table in a ritzy restaurant

She was satrin' at her coffee cup

He was tryin' to keep his courage up

By applyin' booze

Talk was small, if they talked at all

They both knew what they wanted

There was no need to talk about it

They were old enough to know about it

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

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

They drove to the family inn

She didn't even have to pretend

She didn't know what for

Then he went to the desk

And he made his request

While she waited outside

Then he came back with the key

And she said, "Give it to me,

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

He said, "Yes I have,

But only a time or two"

Third rate romance, low rent rendezvous