Platitudes

She knew a boy, he worked in admin
He didn't like it but it kept his hand in
It kept him in rum and taxis
He did enough to make them notice
Every week just for twenty minutes
If she'd had her head down
He never missed a beat
He never failed to mention it

I know they're just platitudes
But baby, who's better at giving them to me than you?
I can't think of anyone...

She lived at home and she worked in retail
She knew the devil was in the detail
And he was meticulous.
She had a boyfriend, she had a boyfriend
She knew the small talk was rather ridiculous
But it came from the lips that she wanted to kiss
So that, as they say, was that

(And she said)
I know they're just platitudes
But baby, who's better at giving them to me than you?
I can't think of anyone...

And I know you're a friend
To all the girls
But baby, as long as you sing to me, that's fine
I don't mind
I don't mind