Freezing Monday morning She is waiting for her train to come I brush past her, smell her perfume Watch her hair move as she turns to go She doesn't know I exist I'm gonna keep it like this I'm not gonna take any risks this time She's not like the others With their papers and their headphones on She reads novels by French authors with loose morals She can do no wrong I wouldn't say I'm obsessed I don't wanna see her undressed We can be prince and princess in my dream And we're dancing Through the evening 'Til the morning
