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