Fun Stuff

I took off my clothes
 She took off hers too
 With no fanfares
 And no hallelujahs
 Throughout the night
 I would grind away the truth
 That there's nothing sadder
 Than sad, sad sex
 And the bad, bad news
 Is that I gave in
 To the ugly hand
 That first led me away from you
 The fun stuff
 Is not so fun without you
 So I drink until
 I fill my brim
 But there's nothing
 Fills me up the same
 As a tiny word
 Broadcast across the sea
 And should I go out
 To dance tonight?
 Well my two left feet
 Need your two right
 Or I'll spin around
 In circles endlessly
 The fun stuff
 Is not so fun without you
 Well the city was born
 Bright blue today
 And I whistled through
 The sunlit streets
 And my empty hand
 Felt cold and unused
 And I'm quite all right
 I get by just fine
 I'm not depressed
 Not most of the time
 It's just the fun stuff
 Is much less fun without you
 The fun stuff
 Is much less fun without you