Sittin' at a tiny table in a ritzy restaurant,
She was starin' at her coffee cup
He was tryin' to keep his courage up while applying booze
The talk was small when they talked at all they both knew what they wanted
There was no need to talk about it
They were old enough to scope it out and keep it loose
She said, "You don't look like my type but I guess you'll do."
Third rate romance, low rent rendezvous.
He said, "I'll even tell you that I love you if you want me to."
Third rate romance, low rent rendezvous.
When they left the bar, they got in his car and they drove away.