After school we two engaged in pre-pubescent play
At your house afternoons we spent cruising your black driveway
In your junior Thunderbird electric kiddie car
I chauffeured you and you lounged in back
Back then you were a star
Well, your mother she was famous and so you were famous too
Call me groupie, call me gigolo, oh I fell in love with you
I asked you once what will you be but you quickly said
"A nurse"
But the way you sparkle way back then I knew you've caught the curse
Everybody's got a block of which they are cheerful
But some cheers grow to be great blocks or lies or?
This is your chauffeur who speaks
Indeed you caught the curse
Now you got to ask her I don't think you'll be a nurse