Third Floor Heaven

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
You can stay all night, you can stay at home
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
She will break your heart
She will break your heart