27 November 2012
Meet me at the station
Make sure you are alone
You shall know me by my shade
And the smell of my cologne
There we'll share a secret
Perhaps a christian name
Nothing else is needed
In your sordid little game
We've been here before
We know exactly where to go
We'll return to the place
That only you and I can know
When we're there we'll drink
Champagne, a glass or two
You'll tell me when you're ready
For me to undress you
It won't take too long
For it is my firm belief
That when I take your coat
You'll be naked underneath
I'll take you to nirvana
Your weekly slice of bliss
I know it's what you pay for
'Love' at home can't be like this
I'll give you what you want
I'll really turn you on
Then as per our agreement
In the morning I'll be gone
You may think I am your lover
I will gently remind
We are just passing strangers
And I don't mean to be unkind
But you'll go home to humdrum
I'll be on the phone
'Meet me at the station
Make sure you are alone...'
Passing Strangers • Opuss № I