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We used to do it to ease the tension

Pretend that sex wasn't our intention

Even weeks 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

And 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 too much and you've had enough

So what's the point

When 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

I'll get worked up when you flash your belly

But what's the point

If we're just staying in?

It's a lot of effort

For one big din