We used to do it to ease the tension, pretend that sex wasn't our intention.
Even months later when they all knew, it always helped just to have a few.
But now what's the point, if we're not going out?
It only makes you tired. It only makes me shout.
Always the last chance for you and me. First come apologies, then the plea.
I wash the walls as you pack your stuff. I've had to much and you've had enough.
Now what's the point, if we're not meeting friends?
From midday to morning, on weekdays or weekends.
We could pretend that this never started,
That you're still shy, I'm still broken hearted.
And we'll get pissed just to watch the telly
And I'll get worked up when you flash your belly.
Now what's the point if we're just staying in?
It's a lot of effort for one big din.
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