Inbetweener

[Verse 1]
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

[Verse 2]
He's cleaning the car on his pebbledash driveway
New chamois leather he got for his birthday
He reads Harold Robbins, he flirts with his neighbour
Ignores her at breakfast, he's reading the paper

[Pre-Chorus]
He dreams of a roller, she dreams of a fast getaway

[Chorus]
He's not a prince, he's not a king
She's not a work of art or anything
It makes no sense (it makes no sense)
Another year (another year)
What kind of A to Zed 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

[Verse 3]
He went to the dream boys, got tickets from Keith Prowse
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

[Pre-Chorus]
He dreams of a roller, she dreams of a fast getaway

[Chorus]
He's not a prince, he's not a king
She's not a work of art or anything
It makes no sense (it makes no sense)
Another year (another year)
What kind of A to Zed 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

[Outro]
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 Zed 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