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 doesnt know I exist
Im gonna keep it like this
Im not gonna take any risks this time
Shes 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 wouldnt say Im obsessed
I dont wanna see her undressed
We can be prince and princess in my dream
And were dancing
Through the evening
til the morning
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