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