| Sitting at a tiny table in a ritzy restaurant
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| She was staring at her coffee cup
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| He was trying to keep his courage up by applyin' booze
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| The talk was small when they talked at all
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| They both knew what they wanted
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| There was no need to talk about it
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| They were old enough to scope it out and keep it loose
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| She said
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| «You don’t look like my type, but I guess you’ll do»
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| Third rate romance, low rent rendezvous
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| And he said
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| «I'll even tell you that I love you, if you want me to»
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| Third rate romance, low rent rendezvous
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| When they left the bar
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| They got in his car, and they drove away
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| He drove to the Family Inn
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| She didn’t even have to pretend she didn’t know what for
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| Then he went to the desk, and made his request
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| While she waited outside
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| Then he came back with the key and she said
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| «Give it to me and I’ll unlock the door»
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| She kept sayin'
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| «I've never really done this kind of thing before, have you?»
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| Third rate romance, low rent rendezvous
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| And he said
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| «Yes I have, but only a time or two»
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| Third rate romance, low rent rendezvous
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| Third rate romance, low rent rendezvous
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| Third rate romance, low rent rendezvous |