Commuter Love

Freezing Monday morning

She is waiting for her train to come

I brush past her, smell her perfume

Watch her hair move as she turns to go

She doesn't know I exist

I'm gonna keep it like this

I'm not gonna take any risks this time

She's not like the others

With their papers and their headphones on

She reads novels by French authors with loose morals

She can do no wrong

I wouldn't say I'm obsessed

I don't wanna see her undressed

We can be prince and princess in my dream

And we're dancing

Through the evening

'Til the morning