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