Tactile

In five minutes I'll be leaving this room

She doesn't listen, but, my word, how I swoon

When she talks, but talk is never enough

The dirty smirk that's what's bothering me

And the gaudy walls of this rented property

And I think I'm watching too much porn on TV

But I won't go upstairs with her

If she talks to me that way

And I'm not lonely, I'm just bored

Her clothes are strewn across the living room floor

I don't want to get laid I just want to be held

She is unfaithful to a husband five miles away

She lives alone and she rues her wedding day

She married beneath herself, that's what her girlfriends say.

Her smile is sad, but not the saddest I've ever seen

The saddest smiles are in the dirty magazines

She made me laugh and now she plans to make me scream

But I won't go upstairs with her

If she talks to me that way

And I'm not lonely, I'm just bored

Her clothes are strewn across the living room floor

I don't want to get laid I just want to be held

In her arms, in her arms

And petticoat hems are rising to high,

And romance is dead I think I see the reason why

I don't want to get laid I just want to be held

In her arms, oh, in her arms

In her arms