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 pebbledash driveway

new chamois leather he got for his birthday

he reads Harold Robbins, flirts with his neighbour

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 thought I told you right from the start

you were just my inbetween

just my inbetween

you're such an inbetweener.



She went to the dream boys, got tickets from Keith Prowse

she cancelled 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

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 thought I told you right from the start

you were just my inbetween

just my inbetween

you're such an inbetweener.



Now it's much too late to ask me where i've been

you were just my inbetweener