He said, you listen to "The Who", babe, don't you? He wishes he was young in 1972 And he's always got something else better to do Cocaine, Kerouac, gin and juice Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa Whoa, whoa You're in love with my image, babe Don't pretend it's anything else If you want a clean slate Go fall in love with somebody else We don't see enough of each other now You've got another girl's lipstick on your mouth I still feel your fingers on the small of my back And you tell me to move on, but I don't know how I still feel your kisses on the edge of my mouth And you tell me to move on, but I don't know how I don't know how And you're in love with my image Don't pretend it's anything else If you want a clean slate Go fall in love with somebody else I won't mind I know I'll never be good enough I'll never be good enough I'll never be good enough Never be good enough for you He said, you listen to "The Who", babe, don't you? He wishes he was young in 1972