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 his 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

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 think 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 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