Liza

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