There she goes   She's walking down the boulevard   Paying absolutely no regard   To the people that she passes   Through those red-rimmed glasses   And she goes   Driving down the interstate   She's got to feeling quite irate   About her present situation   And the lack of her salvation   What can I say   To pacify your feeling gray   It probably wouldn't matter anyway   I'm just an accidental charlatan   In your world of fame and fortune      Ba ba ba      What can you say   We go and grab a bite to eat   I know a place on Mersey Street   Where the lights are hanging low   And the atmosphere's got soul   So let's go   We'll maybe catch a movie too   It'd just be me and you   We could sit in the back row   Wait until all the people go   And then we'll make out   Until the next morning comes   I promise I won't tell anyone   Except the little boy inside me   Who's been crying ever since you tied me   To your whim      Ba ba ba      There she goes   She's lighting up her cigarette   I think she's playing hard to get   Because everytime I see her   She hands me a pen and paper   And she says   "Draw me as a movie star   Make me look like Joan of Arc   A hero and a villain   Then I'll pretend that you're Bob Dylan   And we'll go home   And make love in the candlelight   Pretending everything's alright   Until I have the heart to tell you   That the picture that you just drew   Wasn't me"      Ba ba ba      I love to see her smile   As she looks into the camera   She speaks and I just stutter I...I...I   I'd like to get to know you   But I'm afraid to show   You my sins   So maybe we'd be better off   If we tried a different kind of love   Where we keep our independence   Love each other from a distance   It could be so good   You know we'd even keep the mystery   If you couldn't see inside of me   What a perfect situation   Space is our inebriation      Ba ba ba