We used to do it to ease the tension
Pretend that sex wasn't our intention
Even weeks later when they all knew
It always helped just to have a few

But now what's the point
If we're not going out?
It only makes you tired
And makes me shout

Always the last chance for you and me
First come apologies, then the plea
I wash the walls as you pack your stuff
I've had too much and you've had enough

So what's the point
When we're not meeting friends?
From midday to morning
On weekdays or weekends

We could pretend that this never started
That you're still shy, I'm still broken-hearted
And we'll get pissed just to watch the telly
I'll get worked up when you flash your belly

But what's the point
If we're just staying in?
It's a lot of effort
For one big din