Third Floor Heaven Lyrics - Singles - Be-bop Deluxe

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