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