He's been saving, selling everything he didn't need Such a shy boy, with a secret up his sleeve He's a strange one, never bothers with the girls Heard him swear once, at least I thought I heard him curse Someone had called him queer Yes, one of those my dear They're all the same, one hand lovers But he's finally saved enough to pay another call To the middle-aged angel on the third floor She can do him twice nightly and an encore Kicks him in the head, oh how he screams for more Third floor heaven, call at seven Leave your money on the shelf You can stay all night, you can stay at home Pretend you're someone else She will do you in, she will stand you up She will really lay it down She will break your heart She will break your heart She will break your heart