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| Pete Atkin sings
Girl On The Train by Clive James and Pete Atkin, [Much more at www.peteatkin.com] |
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What did I do yesterday? Well I'll tell you in brief Ten quid from the bank and I got out of town with relief And slowly but surely my life came to flower again Falling head over heels for a beautiful girl on the train She was reading a book, taking in every word the man wrote And there in the margin she made the occasional note And I couldn't deduce why she didn't once blink with surprise As fathom by fathom I gradually drowned in her eyes But she kept on the job of improving her single-track brain Ploughing steadily onward through obsolete Monsieur Verlaine While no further than seven-foot-six from her fabulous mouth Sat the leading young poetic hope of the whole planet earth Well apart from the chance of the driver accepting a cheque For crashing his loco so I could be brave in the wreck To boldly encounter this creature was not in my power And so my heart mended and broke in the course of an hour Well at last we pulled in and as straight as a three-sided knife She got up and walked like a princess away from my life And unless she remembers the day she was reading Verlaine In a second-class coach on her way through the fields in the rain She won't know it's her that I sing to again and again Again and again | |||||
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