She's just a secretary At a small recording firm When it comes to music There ain't nothing she can't learn And everything she lives and breathes Is written on an album sleeve She can tell you who's hot Who will make it and who will not Chorus: She loves to hear the music She's got every lyric down She loves to hear them say She's got the greatest ears in town Hangs around a studio Ain't a rock star she don't know Sometimes they take her home But she always wakes up alone Men that want to marry her Never satisfied In rythms that she hears All that keeps her high So they turn around and go And leave her by her radio She didn't love 'em anyway Not like she loves the men who play (chorus) She's there at every studio The first to come, the last to go Sometimes they take her home But she always wakes up alone Years will not be kind to her Her world is for the young Bands that played so tightly and knit Will soon become unstrung She'll be just another face