(Chorus) She's got a telephone in her car, I saw her driving around. I got her number from her best friend, But I wouldn't call her for nothing, I wouldn't call her for nothing.
I remember her, When she was just eighteen. She lived with me, Studied hard and lived so cheap. And I remember her, When she had long brown hair. Now it's short and neat, And she wears high heels everywhere.
I remember her, Sleeping in 'till two o'clock. Now she up at eight, She lives her life by the book. I remember her, At the public telephone, Out in the cold We didn't have one of our own.