Текст песни Sleeper - Inbetweener
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she`s shopping for kicks, got the weekend to getthroughkeeping the rain off her Saturday hairdoshe stops for a coffee she smiles at the waiterhe winks at his friends and they laugh at herlaterhe`s cleaning his car on his pebbledash drivewaynew chamois leather he got for his birthdayhe reads Harold Robbins he flirts with hisneighbourignores her at breakfast he`s reading the paperhe dreams of a roller she dreams of a fastgetaway.he`s not a prince he`s not a kingshe`s not a work of art or anythingit makes no sense another yearwhat kind of A to Z would get you herehe`s nothing special, she`s not too smarthe studies fashion, she studies arti though i told you right from the startyou were just my inbetweenjust my inbetweenyou`re such an inbetweenershe went to the dream boys got tickets from KeithProwseshe cancelled his lifelong subscription toPenthouseshe goes round the corner she sees Harry Conwayshe says to herself that she`ll leave him onMondayhe dreams of a roller she dreams of a fast getawayhe`s not a prince he`s not a kingshe`s not a work of art or anythingit makes no sense another yearwhat kind of A to Z would get you herehe`s nothing special, she`s not too smarthe studies fashion, she studies arti though i told you right from the startyou were just my inbetweenjust my inbetweenyou`re such an inbetweenernow it`s much too late to ask me where i`ve beenyou were just my inbetweener