Dolores was her middle name   She read the book and everything   Now I know how old I am   Have you ever seen that film?      Talking to a hotel mirror with my glasses off   Now you know just what he's crying about      Dolores was her middle name   Dangling from a silver chain   Where'd you learn to talk that way?   I look like James Mason's ghost      Talking to a friend after school but you don't see   That she's really looking right at me, yeah, yeah, yeah      Dolores was her middle name   And now her mother's wondering   If I could see my wrinkled face   Paint her lovely toenails red      Writing all my problems in a secret little book   Now I know just what he should've done   Talking to me like I'm just a little late   Now you know just what he's talking about      Dolores was her middle name      Dolores was her middle name