You and I could have a rock n' roll romance,
we could fuck in our clothes, 
we could sleep in our pants,
I will crash at yours and you will crash at mine 
and we would stay in bed 99% of the given time
Leave this loveless lonely behind
'cause you've been searching up and down and all around 
and theres no nice boys in London town
I can sympathize cuz I've been searching too, 
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 thats not really fair on us all