I live across the street
Across the street from Valentino's
For every car there's valet parking
It's my boyfriend who parks
All the cars at Valentino's
He's always so polite
When he's not parking cars
He likes to wear his poodle collar
The platform shoes make him seem taller
Black leather, spiked hair and chains
Make him a frightful sight
He's always so polite
He's not like the real men
Who take their girls to Valentino's
He's just from the suburbs
A wimp, a wimp — He parks the cars at Valentino's
I want a Latin lover
Someone to tell me who my friends are

Who doesn't work to earn a living
He'd never tell me what he does
I know it's not my business
He'd always treat me right
When we'd go out at night
He'd always make me wear a white dress
It's best when he makes me feel helpless
He's not like my boyfriend
If I say something wrong
He makes me shut up
He doesn't need to be polite
We'd go out in his Camaro
And we'd drive up to Valentino's
He'd throw the keys to my boyfriend
The wimp, the wimp — He parks the cars at Valentino's
He parks the cars at Valentino's
He parks the cars at Valentino's