Third Rate Romance

Sittin' in a tiny table in a ritzy restaurant

She was starin' at her coffee cup

He was tryin' to keep his courage up

By applyin' booze

And talk was small when they talked at all

They both knew what they wanted

There was no need to talk about it

They were old enough to scope it out

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

And 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

He 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

Then, he came back with the key

And she said, give it to me

And 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

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