You and I could have a rock ‘n' roll romance
We could f** 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 ninety-nine percent of the given time
Leave all the 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 b**hing about rejection
We're cheating the world out of a fairytale of a conclusion
And that's not really fair on us all