Well, hello. I guess you got the kind of face I like,
Though I do feel kinda threatened by your smile.
You’re smart enough to know that I don’t want to hear
about your life.
‘Cause I don’t care for content – just for style.
And if you take me home tonight, I’ll hate myself
And I’ll do my best to hate you as well,
‘Cause you can see I’m thinking ’bout another girl…
But what the hell – let’s give it a whirl.

I ought to say my recent past inspires no confidence
But I reckon you can read that in my eyes.
So lean across the table and I’ll organise an accident.
Fake anything you want, except surprise.
You’re not the one who rescues me, we both can tell.
I’m not the one who’s gonna make you well.
And you can see I’m thinking ’bout another girl…
But what the hell – let’s give it a whirl.

Your skin is cool; your breath is hot;
But all I feel is what you’re not.
You’re different to someone who’s not the same.
And so I couldn’t blame you
When you found that you’d called out his name.
If I should fall short, it’s not your fault.
It’s no one’s fault.

It’s such a shame we both prefer the same side of the bed,
Otherwise we could have something going here.
A moment there the noise we made drowned out
her voice inside my head,
But my heart’s still coming through, loud and clear.
I don’t suppose we’ll meet again. Why should we, dear?
There’s lots of lonely people in the world.
But you can see I’m thinking ’bout another girl…
So what the hell – let’s give it a whirl.