Excuse me staring - we catch the same the same train
We've never spoken I wonder if we may
From Wandsworth Town on the Waterloo line
Via Clapham Junction on the eight fifty-nine
May I tell you that I think you're lovely
Purchasing your ticket as I stare discreetly by the barrier
Where do you work
What do you do there
What's your name
We're in Waterloo now
Where you march up the platform
In military style
In the rhythm that the train made
My heavenly choir
May I tell you that I think you're lovely
Surrendering your ticket as I say so long at the exit sign
Sorrowful parting
You take the Bakerloo southbound
My trip on the northbound
Is something of a comedown
Sweet girl on the train
Do you fancy me
If you like me
You can commute with me