It's eleven on a Friday and the working week is donenBrian's looking for a good time, Susan's looking for some funnBrian sits down on a barstool and he takes a look aroundnHe is trying to find someone he has not already foundnSusan walks in in a miniskirt and sits down in a chairnAnd he sees her sitting there and he tries hard not to starennAnd we want the things we can't have much more than the things we cannLooking for a better body, looking for a better tannWe all want a perfect woman, we all want a perfect mannnSusan sees that Brian's watching her and she gives him a winknBrian summons up his courage and he buys her her next drinknAnd they learn about each other and they like the things they findnAnd it isn't hard for them to tell what's on the other's mindnAnd he asks her back to his place and she says she doesn't knownAnd she says she doesn't know and she says she'd love to gonnBy the time they're back at his place it's already half past twelvenThey both know what they're doing and they do it pretty wellnThey're protected from each other, not protected from themselvesnnIt's eleven in the morning and the weekend has begunnThey're both faking sleep in order to avoid the other onenBrian has a massive headache and he wishes he were deadnSusan wonders what she's going to say when she gets out of bednShe looks over at his body and she wants to be in lovenAnd she needs to be in love and she knows she's not in lovennAnd they both think of the last night and they both feel some regretnBut they've both had mornings like this and it hasn't stopped them yetnAnd I hope they end up happy but I wouldn't want to betnnThey don't want what they got but they got itnAnd they don't want anyone they know but they know each other nownThey don't want what they got but they got itnAnd they don't want anyone they know but they know each other now