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 later
 He'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 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
 (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 inbetweener
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 He 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 Monday
 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
 (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
 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 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