There she goes She's walking down the boulevard Paying absolutely no regard To the people that she pa**es Through those red-rimmed gla**es And she goes Driving down the interstate She's got to feeling quite irate About her present situation And the lack of her salvation What can I say To pacify your feeling gray It probably wouldn't matter anyway I'm just an accidental charlatan In your world of fame and fortune Ba ba ba What can you say We go and grab a bite to eat I know a place on Mersey Street Where the lights are hanging low And the atmosphere's got soul So let's go We'll maybe catch a movie too It'd just be me and you We could sit in the back row Wait until all the people go And then we'll make out Until the next morning comes I promise I won't tell anyone Except the little boy inside me Who's been crying ever since you tied me To your whim Ba ba ba There she goes She's lighting up her cigarette I think she's playing hard to get Because everytime I see her She hands me a pen and paper And she says "Draw me as a movie star Make me look like Joan of Arc A hero and a villain Then I'll pretend that you're Bob Dylan And we'll go home And make love in the candlelight Pretending everything's alright Until I have the heart to tell you That the picture that you just drew Wasn't me" Ba ba ba I love to see her smile As she looks into the camera She speaks and I just stutter I...I...I I'd like to get to know you But I'm afraid to show You my sins So maybe we'd be better off If we tried a different kind of love Where we keep our independence Love each other from a distance It could be so good You know we'd even keep the mystery If you couldn't see inside of me What a perfect situation Space is our inebriation Ba ba ba