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Song «Inbetweener» von Sleeper.

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Veröffentlichungsdaten: 1995 01 09 (Single), 1995 03 13 (Album)
Label: Indolent sleep 006, Indolent 74321 25825
Songwriter Louise Wener
Produktion: Paul Corkett
Genre: Alternativerock - Poprock - Britpop

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Sleeper
Louise Wener
Paul Corkett

Lyrics

[Verse 1] Shopping for kicks, got the weekend to get through She's 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 [Verse 2] He's cleaning the 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 [Pre-Chorus] He dreams of a roller, she dreams of a fast getaway [Chorus] He's not a prince, he's not a king She's not a work of art or anything It makes no sense (it makes no sense) Another year (another year) What kind of A to Zed would get you here He's nothing special, she's not too smart He studies fashion, she studies art I think I told you right from the start You were just my inbetween Just my inbetween You're such an inbetweener [Verse 3] He went to the dream boys, got tickets from Keith Prowse 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 [Pre-Chorus] He dreams of a roller, she dreams of a fast getaway [Chorus] He's not a prince, he's not a king She's not a work of art or anything It makes no sense (it makes no sense) Another year (another year) What kind of A to Zed would get you here He's nothing special, she's not too smart He studies fashion, she studies art I think I told you right from the start You were just my inbetween Just my inbetween [Outro] 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 Zed would get you here He's nothing special, she's not too smart He doesn't listen, she doesn't laugh I think I told you right from the start Now it's much too late to ask me where I've been You were just my inbetweener