Inbetweener

She's shopping for kicks, got the weekend to get through 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 later. He's cleaning his 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 paper He dreams of a roller she dreams of a fast getaway. He'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 studies fashion, she studies art I though I told you right from the start [Chorus:] You were just my in between Just my in between You're such an in-betweener She went to the dream boys got tickets from Keith Prowse She 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 Monday He dreams of a roller she dreams of a fast getaway [Chorus: Repeat 2X] Now it's much too late to ask me where I've been You were just my in-betweener