i took off my clothes she took off hers too with no fanfares and no hallelujahs throughout the night i would grind away the truth that there s nothing sadder than sad sad sex and the bad bad news is that i gave in to the ugly hand that first led me away from you the fun stuff is not so fun without you so i drink until i fill my brim but there s nothing fills me up the same as a tiny word broadcast across the sea and should i go out to dance tonight well my two left feet need your two right or i ll spin around in circles endlessly well the fun stuff is not so fun without you well the city was born bright blue today and i whistled through the sunlit streets and my empty hand felt cold and unused and i m quite all right i get by just fine i m not depressed not most of the time it s just the fun stuff is much less fun without you  the fun stuff is much less fun without you