Piccadilly

[00:03.08] (Difford/Tilbrook)
[00:14.05] She's not a picture above somebody's fire
[00:17.10] She sits in a towel with a purple hair dryer,
[00:21.14] She waits to get even with me.
[00:24.19] She hooks up her cupcakes and puts on her jumper
[00:27.17] Explains that she'll be late to a worrying mother,
[00:32.19] She meets me in Piccadilly.
[00:35.19] A begging folk singer stands tall by the entrance
[00:38.20] His song relays worlds of most good intentions,
[00:42.23] A fiver a ten p in his hat for collection.
[00:44.17] She talks about office she talks about dresses
[00:52.16] She's seen one she fancies her smile is impressing,
[00:56.16] So maybe I'll treat her someday.
[00:59.11] We queue among strangers and strange conversation
[01:03.14] Love's on the lips of all forms of engagements,
[01:06.12] All queuing to see tonight's play.
[01:10.27] A man behind me talks to his young lady
[01:13.22] He's happy that she is expecting his baby,
[01:17.26] His wife won't be pleased but she's not been round lately.
[01:24.28] The girl was so dreadful we left in a hurry
[01:27.23] We escaped in the rain for an Indian curry,
[01:32.39] At the candle lit Taj Mahal.
[01:35.25] My lips to a napkin I called for a taxi
[01:38.36] The invite of eyes made it tense but relaxed me,
[01:43.31] My mind took a devious role.
[01:45.38] The cab took us home through a night I'd not noticed
[01:49.37] The neon club lights of adult films and Trini Lopez,
[01:52.49] My arm around love but my acting was hopeless.
[01:59.41] We crept like two thieves from the kettle to the fire
[02:03.40] We kissed to the sound of the silence that we'd hired,
[02:07.52] Now captured, your love in my arms.
[02:10.59] A door opened slightly a voice spoke in worry
[02:13.56] Mum went to bed without wind of the curry,
[02:18.52] Our secret love made its advance.
[02:20.53] Like Adam and Eve we took bite on the apple
[02:24.55] Loose change in my pocket it started to rattle,
[02:28.50] Heart like a gun was just half of the battle.
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