she's shopping for kicks, got the weekend to get  through  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 though 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 though i told you right from the start  you were just my inbetween  just my inbetween  you're such an inbetweener  now it's much too late to ask me where i've been  you were just my inbetweener