(Russell Smith) Sittin' at a tiny table in a ritzy restaurant She was satrin' at her coffee cup He was tryin' to keep his courage up By applyin' booze Talk was small, if they talked at all They both knew what they wanted There was no need to talk about it They were old enough to know about it 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 When 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 Then he went to the desk And he made his request While she waited outside Then he came back with the key And she said,"Give it to me, 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