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
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.
