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In five minutes I'll be leaving this room
She doesn't listen, but, my word, how I swoon
When she talks, but talk is never enough
The dirty smirk that's what's bothering me
And the gaudy walls of this rented property
And I think I'm watching too much porn on TV
But I won't go upstairs with her
If she talks to me that way
And I'm not lonely, I'm just bored
Her clothes are strewn across the living room floor
I don't want to get laid I just want to be held
She is unfaithful to a husband five miles away
She lives alone and she rues her wedding day
She married beneath herself, that's what her girlfriends say.
Her smile is sad, but not the saddest I've ever seen
The saddest smiles are in the dirty magazines
She made me laugh and now she plans to make me scream
But I won't go upstairs with her
If she talks to me that way
And I'm not lonely, I'm just bored
Her clothes are strewn across the living room floor
I don't want to get laid I just want to be held
In her arms, in her arms
And petticoat hems are rising to high,
And romance is dead I think I see the reason why
I don't want to get laid I just want to be held
In her arms, oh, in her arms
In her arms
