The Fun Stuff

I took off my clothes,

She took off hers too,

With no fanfares

And no hallelujahs.

Throughout the night,

I would grind away the truth;

That there's nothing sadder

Than sad, sad sex,

And the bad, bad news

Is that I gave in

To the ugly hand

That first led me away from you.

The fun stuff

Is not so fun without you.

So I drink until

I fill my brim,

But there's nothing

Fills me up the same

As a tiny word

Broadcast across the sea.

And should I go out

To dance tonight?

Well my two left feet

Need your two right

Or I'll spin around

In circles endlessly.

The fun stuff

Is not so fun without you.

Well the city was born

Bright blue today,

And I whistled through

The sunlit streets

And my empty hand

Felt cold and unused.

And I'm quite all right,

I get by just fine;

I'm not depressed,

Not most of the time.

It's just the fun stuff

Is much less fun without you.

The fun stuff

Is much less fun without you.