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 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 bitching about rejection
We’re cheating the world out of a fairytale of a conclusion
And that’s not really fair on us all