One Night Stand

She lets down hair of silken gold, It falls below her hips, Then she turns around to face me, With a smile on painted lips. Her breasts are round and fulsome, And her thighs are smooth and sleek, She gives what she has to offer, But it's not the thing I seek. For I take her without passion, I can't even remember her name, But I'll whisper to her that I love her, Just to play by the rules of the game. Now her laugh's just a little bit hollow, And her smile's just a little bit sad, For we've cheated ourselves and each other Of the love that we both might have had. For tomorrow she'll lie with another, And probably, so will I, But I will remember my no-name girl And somewhere, inside, I will cry.