Inbetweener

Shopping for kicks, got the weekend to get through
She's keeping the rain off her Saturday hairdo
She stops for a coffee, she smiles at the waiter
He winks at his friends and they laugh at her laterHe's cleaning the car on his pebble dash driveway
New chamois leather, he got for his birthday
He reads Harold Robbins, he flirts with his neighbor
Ignores her at breakfast, he's reading the paperHe dreams of a roller, she dreams of a fast getawayHe's not a prince, he's not a king
She's not a work of art or anything
It makes no sense another year
(No sense, another year)
What kind of A to Z would get you here?
He's nothing special, she's not too smart
He studies fashion, she studies art
I think I told you, right from the start
You were just my inbetween, just my inbetween
You're such an inbetweenerHe went to the dream boys got tickets from Keith Prowse
Canceled his lifelong subscription to Penthouse
She goes 'round the corner, she sees Harry Conway
She says to herself that she'll leave him on MondayHe dreams of a roller, she dreams of a fast getawayHe's not a prince, he's not a king
She's not a work of art or anything
It makes no sense another year
(No sense, another year)
What kind of A to Z would get you here?
He's nothing special, she's not too smart
He studies fashion, she studies art
I think, I told you right from the start
You were just my inbetween
Just my inbetweenHe's not a prince, he's not a king
She's not a work of art or anything
It makes no sense another year
What kind of A to Z would get you here?
He's nothing special, she's not too smart
He doesn't listen, she doesn't laugh
I think, I told you right from the start
Now it's much too late to ask me where I've been
You were just my inbetweener