Third Floor Heaven

Nelson

He's been saving, selling everything he didn't need

Such a shy boy, with a secret up his sleeve,

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

Yes, one of those my dear,

They're all the same, one hand lovers

But he's finally saved enough to pay another call

To the middle-aged angel on the third floor

She can do him twice nightly

And an encore

Kicks him in the head, oh how he screams for more...

Third floor heaven, call at seven

Leave your money on the shelf

Pretend you're someone else

She will do you in, she will stand you up,

She will really lay it down

She will break your heart.