Inbetweener - Sleeper

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 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 thought 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 thought I told you

Right from the start

You were just my inbetween

Just my inbetween

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 thought I told you

Right from the start

You're such an inbetweener

Now it's much too late to ask me where i've been

You were just my inbetweener