Courtney wears her finest threads
That highlight every curve on her
And she takes pictures that then
She mails to the editor-in-chief

“Courtney is young and attractive;
One night with her will make your worries melt”
And such things are what she writes
And sends out for the classifieds

Courtney dreams of bigger things in life
She dreams of a man to hold all night
Courtney, Courtney, don’t get lost now
Between the pages of desire and pain

Courtney wears nothing but panties
And she waits by the phone, just waiting
For a call to come in
From someone to hold onto tonight

She is standing on the balcony
Looking out, just looking out
As she smokes all her sadness away
Looking out at the city lights

When the phone rings
She has to let go of her sadness and deepest desires
Courtney, Courtney, don’t get lost now
You know you want to meet a man to love

Courtney, Courtney; she wants to travel
Courtney, Courtney; she wants to dine
And to share with a man expensive wine

Courtney, Courtney; wants to love
Courtney, Courtney; she wants more than just to

And there goes another man
Coming out of Courtney’s prison cell
Apartment 7-B
Where she’s sitting all alone

And she wonders,
“Will he call me again?”
But it was another cheap fling

Courtney, Courtney, don’t get lost now
Between the bedsheets and the dreams you’re hopeful for

Alone she wonders,
“Will he call me again?”
But it was another cheap fling

Courtney, Courtney, don’t get lost now
Between the bedsheets and the dreams you’re hopeful for

Alone she wonders,
“Will he call me again?”
But it was another cheap fling

Courtney, Courtney, don’t get lost now
Between the bedsheets and the dreams you’re hopeful for

Alone she wonders,
“Will he call me again?”
But it was another cheap fling

Courtney, Courtney, don’t get lost now
Between the bedsheets and the dreams you’re hopeful for