Sitting at a tiny table at a ritzy restaurant
She was staring at a coffee cup
He was trying to keep his courage up
By applying moves
Talk was small when they talked it all
They both knew what they wanted
There was no need to talk about it
They were old enough to scoff it out
And keep it loose
She said, you don't look like my type
But I guess you do
She said, you don't look like my type
But I guess you do
Third-rate romance, low-rep rendezvous
He said, I'll even tell you that I love you
If you want me to
Third-rate romance, low-rep rendezvous
When they left the bar
They got in his car
And they drove away
They drove to the family inn
She didn't know
She didn't even have to pretend
She didn't know what for
And he went to the desk
And made his request
While she waited outside
Then he came back with the key
She said, give it to me
And I'll unlock the door
She can't say
I've never really done this kind of thing
Before at you
Third-rate romance, low-rep rendezvous
And he said, yes I have
But only a time or two
Third-rate romance, low-rep rendezvous
And he said, yes I have

Third-rate romance, low-rep rendezvous
Third-rate romance, low-rep rendezvous
Third-rate romance, low-rep rendezvous