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
But he's finally saved enough to pay another call
Third floor heaven, call at seven
She can do him twice nightly
She will do you in, she will stand you up
And an encore kicks him in the head
To the middle aged angel on the third floor
Leave your money on the shelf, pretend you're someone else
Yes, one of those my dear
Oh, how he screams for more
They're all the same, one hand lovers