Meaningless sex

It's eleven on a Friday and the working week is done
Brian's looking for a good time, Susan's looking for some fun
Brian sits down on a barstool and he takes a look around
He is trying to find someone he has not already found
Susan walks in in a miniskirt and sits down in a chair
And he sees her sitting there and he tries hard not to stare

And we want the things we can't have much more than the things we can
Looking for a better body, looking for a better tan
We all want a perfect woman, we all want a perfect man

Susan sees that Brian's watching her and she gives him a wink
Brian summons up his courage and he buys her her next drink
And they learn about each other and they like the things they find
And it isn't hard for them to tell what's on the other's mind
And he asks her back to his place and she says she doesn't know
And she says she doesn't know and she says she'd love to go

By the time they're back at his place it's already half past twelve
They both know what they're doing and they do it pretty well
They're protected from each other, not protected from themselves

It's eleven in the morning and the weekend has begun
They're both faking sleep in order to avoid the other one
Brian has a massive headache and he wishes he were dead
Susan wonders what she's going to say when she gets out of bed
She looks over at his body and she wants to be in love
And she needs to be in love and she knows she's not in love

And they both think of the last night and they both feel some regret
But they've both had mornings like this and it hasn't stopped them yet
And I hope they end up happy but I wouldn't want to bet

They don't want what they got but they got it
And they don't want anyone they know but they know each other now
They don't want what they got but they got it
And they don't want anyone they know but they know each other now