And when I ask her what she wants to do She says: 'I can't stay at your house In fact I've come to say goodbye to you' But then starts undoing her blouse 'Oh, you excite me like he never does But I can't stay here 'cause I'm not yours, I'm his And I'm sorry I'm Afraid this is the final time' She says: 'Look, it's not you, it's me' And when we finished laughing I just say: "We'd better make sure this is perfect then And turn his photograph away" '...'cause I'm not yours, I'm his And I'm sorry I'm afraid this is the final time But we can have sex 'cause all this stuff Has got too complex and I've had enough' '...'cause I'm not yours, I'm his And I'm sorry I'm afraid this is the final time'