You and I could have a rock ‘n' roll romance 
We could **** 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 99 percent of the given time 
Leave all the loveless lonely behind. 
Because you've been searching up and down and all around 
And there's no nice boys in 
London town, 
And 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 fairtytale of a conclusion 
And that's not really fair on us all.