Ronnie stood beneath the movie marquee   His memories all curled up inside   He was trying to remember   Was it August or September   He'd seen her for the last time      Heard that she'd become actress   Lord, she always had the prettiest face   And he stood with his hands   In his pockets and waited   For the dollar matinee      Lord, she's bigger than life on the screen   There's a laugh from the balcony, good Lord   And the sun will burn you and blind you   When you step back into the street      Theater, she smelled so familiar   She was a smoky old velvet delight   Yes, and he sat down front   Just like he'd always done   With his feet hanging out in the aisles      And he watched her with eyes disbelieving   Felt something like time on his brain   And he told himself   Don't you remember it's only   Just a part that she's playing      Lord, she's bigger than life on the screen   There's a laugh from the balcony, good Lord   And the sun will burn you and blind you   When you step back into the street      She stood by some window in Paris   While the captions translated the scene   Oh, and Ronnie stared back   At her body, breathed   "Christ, that's the first time I've seen it!"      Behind him the people were leaving   Well, the buses, they were humming outside   But old Ronnie never went   To the movies unless   He could stay and see it twice      Lord, she's bigger than life on the screen   There's a laugh from the balcony, good Lord   And the sun will burn you and blind you   When you step back into the street      Lord, she's bigger than life on the screen   There's a laugh from the balcony, good Lord   And the sun will burn you and blind you   When you step back into the street   When you step back into the street