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 youve been searching up and down and all around and theres no nice boys in london town and i can sympathize because ive been searching too and ive yet to find a girl half as good as you youre just not paying attention youre sitting in your kitchen and youre bitching about rejection were cheating the world out of a fairytale of a conclusion and thats not really fair on us all