Sitting at a tiny table in a ritzy restaurant
She was staring at her coffee cup
He was trying to keep his courage up
By buying booze
Talk was small when they talked at all
They both knew what they wanted
There was no need to talk about it
They were old enough to scope it out
And keep it loose
She said, "You don't look like my type
But I guess you'll do"
Third-rate romance, low-rent rendevouz
And he said, "I'll even tell you that I love you
If you want me to"
Third-rate romance, low-rent rendevouz

When they left the bar
They got in his car and they drove away
He drove to the Family Inn
She didn't even have to pretend she didn't know what for
He went to the desk
And 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 sayin, "I've never really done this kind of thing before
Have you?"
Third-rate romance, low-rent rendevouz
And he said, "Yes, I have
But only a time or two"
Third-rate romance, low-rent rendevouz
Third-rate romance, low-rent rendevouz
Third-rate romance, low-rent rendevouz