By a tortuous process of slow elimination
He developed an immaculate disguise
The kind of thing that he thought she would mentally undress
Somewhere in a backsteet he calls paradise
In the crucial moment underneath the fluoro strip
She took his hand from underneath her slip
She said this is so conventional
Seduction should be almost unintentional
He said babe we're animals, this is just a basic drive
Camouflaged by lingerie and lace
That's the way it is he said, it's called the facts of life
You wanna talk about it let's go back to my place
All of this is pointless if it doesn't lead to sex
She wondered how he could be so uncomplex
And so desperately available
When seduction should be almost unintentional
Unintentional like wind chimes on a balcony at night
Not like some clown with his libido
Stuck on his sleeve with araldite
Obviously perfumed and painfully sincere
Some suit and tie John all cranked up on beer
And getting all emotional
When suduction should be almost unintentional
By a tortuous process of slow elimination
He worked on all the things he can't control
The way he has to cheapen what he wanted most of all
So losing it won't leave him feeling vulnerable
If you ever see her tell her that he said hello
That he cared for her much more than he could show
Right now he's just not capable
Of anything that's almost unintentional
He developed an immaculate disguise
The kind of thing that he thought she would mentally undress
Somewhere in a backsteet he calls paradise
In the crucial moment underneath the fluoro strip
She took his hand from underneath her slip
She said this is so conventional
Seduction should be almost unintentional
He said babe we're animals, this is just a basic drive
Camouflaged by lingerie and lace
That's the way it is he said, it's called the facts of life
You wanna talk about it let's go back to my place
All of this is pointless if it doesn't lead to sex
She wondered how he could be so uncomplex
And so desperately available
When seduction should be almost unintentional
Unintentional like wind chimes on a balcony at night
Not like some clown with his libido
Stuck on his sleeve with araldite
Obviously perfumed and painfully sincere
Some suit and tie John all cranked up on beer
And getting all emotional
When suduction should be almost unintentional
By a tortuous process of slow elimination
He worked on all the things he can't control
The way he has to cheapen what he wanted most of all
So losing it won't leave him feeling vulnerable
If you ever see her tell her that he said hello
That he cared for her much more than he could show
Right now he's just not capable
Of anything that's almost unintentional