Affectionist Perfectionist.

Close the curtain, shut the door
They pretend that this isn't much more
Than a peck on the lips, a friendly hello
They just pretend and take things slow

A gripping of the bedsheets
A tearing of the clothes
A kissing from the partner
A moaning at the toes

"I love you", he says
She whispers the same thing
Not what he'd expected
He'd expected just a fling

But here they both are,
Curled into eachother
Affectionist perfectionist
Lover next to lover

The cold dark night
Is almost coming to an end
In shines the light
Making kisses quickly send

She says she'll see him soon
She blows him a sweet kiss
He puts it in his pocket
He's really going to miss...

Her jacket's on her back,
Her shoes are on her feet
What he doesn't realize
Is that it is her heart's last beat

For this man she'll love
She'll love this man no more
After all, it was only a fling
And now she's out the door

He's expecting her again
Just in a few more hours
She's out with other men
He's picking her some flowers

He sits and he awaits,
Roses in his clutch
It doesn't seem a whole lot
Like she cares all that much

It's almost eight o' clock
The evening's winding down
He throws the roses in the trash
While looking like a clown