I sit by the cutting on the Beckmansfield line
He′s watching me, watching the trains go by
Ooh, and they move so fast, boy, they really fly
He's still watching me, watching the trains go by
And the way he stares, I feel like locking my door
And pulling my poem from the wall
His eyes, like lights from a laser pen
Making my hair stand, making the goose-bumps crawl
He′s watching me watching him watching me
I'm watching you watching me watching
At the cocktail party with a Vodka fizz in my hand
I feel him watching me, watching the girls go by
Ooh, and they move so smooth without even trying
He's still watching me, watching the trains go by
And the crowd thins and he moves up close but he doesn′t speak
I have to look the other way
But curiosity gets the better part of me and I peek
Got two drinks in his hand, I can see his lips move
What the hell′s he trying to say?
He's watching me watching him watching me
I′m watching you watching me watching
He's watching me watching him watching me
Oh, he′s watching me watching the trains go by
He's watching me watching the trains go by
He′s watching me watching him watching me
Oh, he's watching me watching him watching me
Watching him watching
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