You and I could have a rock ‘n’ roll romance
We could fuck in our clothes, we could sleep in our pants,
And I could crash at yours, you could crash at mine
We could stay in bed 99 percent of the given time
Leave all the loveless lonely behind.
Cause you’ve been searching up and down and all around
And there’s no nice boys in London town,
And I can sympathize cause I’ve been searching too
And I’ve yet to find a girl half as good as you.

You’re just not paying attention.
You’re sitting in your kitchen and you’re bitching about rejection
We’re cheating the world out of a fairtytale of a conclusion
And that’s not really fair on us all.