Inbetweener Lyrics - Singles - Sleeper

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 

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