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 and you could crash at mine, And we could stay in bed 99% of the given time, Leave this loveless lonely behind. Because you've been searching up and down and all around, And there's no nice boys in London town, I can sympathize because I've been searching too, And I've yet to find a girl half as good as you. You're just not paying attention, You're sitting in your kitchen and you're bitching about rejection. We're cheating the world out of a fairytale love and conclusion, And that's not really fair on us all.