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 99 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 fairtytale of a conclusion And that’s not really fair on us all.