Jerry licked his lips he liked the lady at the platform of the station The girl with the pretty face and the thick legs Jerry walked right over he knows her type he smiles to himself Self-deluded dilated Jerry Jerry is a coral-monger He offers the platform lady with the pretty face and her thick legs A private viewing back at his gallery Just she and he and poor Jerry can feel the distant quake He knows he has lost his prize bird his turtledove at the station With her parasol her spectacles The girl with the pretty legs and thick face She must be an idiot! Jerry yells over the roar and whistle He believes with all his tiny polluted heart is coming Around the bend and then recalls Poor Jerry recalls those distant years When a pretty girl used to stand and wait for him Right there on the platform with her pretty face and parasol Sad Jerry he makes his way along the tracks With pockets full of coral and his dirty hands in bandages and There hasn't been a train through here in yearsTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
