For your birthday, she sent you a card She didn't sign her name, she gave an autograph And now she's trying to call your bluff Is she your true love? We knew the boy who went from Maude to Ted She asked, matter-of-fact, had he gone off his head? He was uncomplaining as a tree Not a thing like me You're not a teenager, so don't act like one Sure she is a heartbreaker, does she have one? Is it down to me, down to me we both rarely speak? I went for a stroll after dark I thought of you and her while staring at the black I didn't have you down for being easily led Or the girl well-read You're not a teenager, so don't act like one Sure she is a heartbreaker, does she have one? Is it down to me, down to me we both rarely speak?