The impact, the aftershave, the european cigarettes   The taxi, the alcohol that lingers on your breath   The lipstick, the street lamp, the woolen overcoat   The front desk, you tell yourself, it isn't over yet      Second best, oh second best   I can learn to live with this   Plus I really need a rest   After all what's wrong with second best   What's wrong with second best      The motel, the distances, cave into kisses cold and wet   Familiar exchanges, like needle pulling thread   The empty movements that once were so inspired   Desperate attempts to fan the flames without a fire   The mattress creeks beneath   The symphony of misery and cum   Still we lie jerking back and forth   And blurring into one      Second best oh second best   I can learn to live with this   Plus I really need a rest   After all what's wrong with second best   What's wrong with second best