At the early morning bus stop
First cigarette of the day
Think on - of lovers left in bed
Think on, of lovers
If only you had said
Baby can I walk you home
Roam around those thoughts
Alive, twirled fast inside your head
At the early morning bus stop
Baby, for certain you could have said
Can I share your life forever
Can I wake inside your head
Instead, you think on:
Too much make up
Too dreary perm set hair
Too tight the crimplene trousers
Too late the finals of the beauty cup…
Can I share your life forever
Can I wake inside your head
Instead you stare
Beyond the early morning
Beyond the bust stop and the flair
You think on – of lovers left in bed
You think on, lover, if only you had said
Baby can I walk you home
Can I share your life forever
Can I wake one day beside you
In your silk laced, soft skin, bed
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