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
Sexo sin sentido
Son las once de un viernes y la semana laboral ha terminado
Brian busca pasar un buen rato, Susan busca algo de diversión
Brian se sienta en un taburete de bar y echa un vistazo alrededor
Intenta encontrar a alguien que aún no haya encontrado
Susan entra con una minifalda y se sienta en una silla
Y él la ve sentada allí e intenta no mirarla fijamente
Y queremos las cosas que no podemos tener mucho más que las que sí
Buscando un cuerpo mejor, buscando un bronceado mejor
Todos queremos una mujer perfecta, todos queremos un hombre perfecto
Susan ve que Brian la está mirando y le guiña un ojo
Brian reúne valor y le compra su próxima bebida
Y se conocen mutuamente y les gustan las cosas que descubren
Y no les resulta difícil saber qué piensa el otro
Y él le pregunta si quiere ir a su casa y ella dice que no sabe
Y dice que no sabe y dice que le encantaría ir
Para cuando están de vuelta en su casa ya es media noche
Ambos saben lo que están haciendo y lo hacen bastante bien
Están protegidos el uno del otro, pero no protegidos de sí mismos
Son las once de la mañana y el fin de semana ha comenzado
Ambos fingen dormir para evitar al otro
Brian tiene un dolor de cabeza masivo y desearía estar muerto
Susan se pregunta qué va a decir cuando se levante de la cama
Ella mira su cuerpo y quiere estar enamorada
Y necesita estar enamorada y sabe que no lo está
Y ambos piensan en la noche anterior y ambos sienten algo de arrepentimiento
Pero ambos han tenido mañanas como esta y aún así no los ha detenido
Y espero que terminen felices, pero no apostaría por ello
No quieren lo que tienen, pero lo tienen
Y no quieren a nadie que conozcan, pero ahora se conocen mutuamente
No quieren lo que tienen, pero lo tienen
Y no quieren a nadie que conozcan, pero ahora se conocen mutuamente