Letra de Tactile

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