There goes Roberta, she's the new girl
Cocktail waitress at the Blue Bird
She's going to art school on her dad's dough
She's not exactly a genius
That's all right though
She moved here from the country with her boyfriend
I sat and figured my chances as I nodded my head
I sat and listened all day about him
She said he was the first one who never used her
That he took her places, he amused her
I said, "He sounds like a nice guy", then I kissed her
She kissed me back and then she whispered
That though she's not like this, maybe sometime
We'll get together just this one time
The next morning she said that she had never met anyone like me
She's the new girl
But she had to tell him, and he threw her out
I lost track of her, then she left town
When she gets my recorder I act like I'm not home
She says she's doing just fine
still trying to forget me
I just turn up the TV
Why let it upset me
She's the new girl
How can she know that she'll meet more
And that they'll all be like me
That there's more, so many more
And they'll all be like...