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, and you could crash at mine,
And we could stay in bed 99% of the given time,
Leave all this loveless lonely behind.

Because you've been searching up and down and all around,
And there's no nice boys in London Town,
And I can sympathize because 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 fairytale of a conclusion,
And that's not really fair on us all.