Third Floor Heaven - 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

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