Liza

After school we two engaged in pre-pubescent play
 At your house afternoons we spent cruising your black driveway
 In your junior Thunderbird electric kiddie car
 I chauffeured you and you lounged in back
 Back then you were a star
 Well, your mother she was famous and so you were famous too
 Call me groupie, call me gigolo, oh I fell in love with you
 I asked you once what will you be but you quickly said
 "A nurse"
 But the way you sparkle way back then I knew you've caught the curse
 Everybody's got a block of which they are cheerful
 But some cheers grow to be great blocks or lies or [?]
 This is your chauffeur who speaks
 Indeed you caught the curse
 Now you got to ask her I don't think you'll be a nurse