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 pebble dash driveway
New chamois leather he got for his birthday
He reads Harold Robbins he flirts with his neighbor
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 in between
Just my in between
You're such an in-betweener

She went to the dream boys got tickets from Keith Prowse
She canceled 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

[Chorus: Repeat 2X]

Now it's much too late to ask me where I've been
You were just my in-betweener
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Inbetweener Lyrics

Sleeper – Inbetweener Lyrics

Songwriters: LOUISE WENER
Inbetweener lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC

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