One Track Mind

[cariad]

Well this is the train, but where is a seat
There are so many people and too many feet.
I come here each day, and it’s always the same
Squeezing this way and that, it’s the name of the game
But there is a man with place by his side,
I look at him carefully and then I decide
To smile at him sweetly and ask of him whether
There is a space for a young woman in leather?