Sitting at a tiny table in a ritzy restaurant
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She was staring at her coffee cup
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He was trying to keep his courage up by buying booze
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Talk was small when they talked at all
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They both knew what they wanted
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There was no need to talk about it
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They were old enough to know about it and keep it loose
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She said, "I've never really done this thing before, have you?"
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A third-rate romance, low-rent rendezvous
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(Instrumental)
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They left the bar, they got in his car and they drove away
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They drove to the Family Inn, she didn't even have to pretend she didn't know what for
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And he went to the desk and made his request while she waited outside
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Then he came back with the key and she said give it to me
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I'll unlock the door
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She kept sayin, "I've never really done this kind of thing before, have you?"
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A third-rate romance, low-rent rendezvous
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And He said, "Yes, I have, but only a time or two"
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A third-rate romance, low-rent rendezvous
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A third-rate romance, low-rent rendezvous
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A third-rate romance, low-rent rendezvous
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Third Rate Romance
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| Alan Jackson |
