(Russell Smith)
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Sittin' at a tiny table in a ritzy restaurant
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She was satrin' at her coffee cup
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He was tryin' to keep his courage up
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By applyin' booze
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Talk was small, if 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
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And keep it loose
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She said,"You don't look like my type
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But I guess you'll do"
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Third rate romance, low rent rendezvous
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He said,"I'll even tell you that I love you
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If you want me to"
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Third rate romance, low rent rendezvous
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When they left the bar they got in his car
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And they drove away
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They drove to the family inn
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She didn't even have to pretend
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She didn't know what for
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Then he went to the desk
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And he made his request
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While she waited outside
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Then he came back with the key
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And she said,"Give it to me,
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I'll unlock the door"
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She kept saying,"I've never really done this kind of thing before, have you?"
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Third rate romance, low rent rendezvous
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He said,"Yes I have,
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But only a time or two"
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Third rate romance, low rent rendezvous
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Third Rate Romance
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| Rosanne Cash |
