Sitting at a tiny table in a ritzy restaurant
She was staring at her coffee cup
He was trying to keep his courage up by plying booze
Talk was small when they talked at all

They both knew what they wanted
There was no need to talk about it
They were old enough to scope it out
And keep it loose

She said, 'You don't look like my type but I guess you'll do'
Third rate romance, low rent rendezvous
He said, 'I'll even tell you that I love you if you want me to'
Third rate romance, low rent rendezvous

They left the bar, they got in his car
And they drove away, they drove to the Family Inn
She didn't even have to pretend
She didn't know what for

He went to the desk and made his request
While she waited outside
He came back with the key, she said
'Give it to me and I'll unlock the door'

She kept saying, 'I've never really done
This kind of thing before, have you?'
Third rate romance, low rent rendezvous
He said, 'Yes I have but only a time or two'
Third rate romance, low rent rendezvous
Third rate romance, low rent rendezvous