James Fieldhouse - Anticipation

Sitting on a train wondering what she’s like,

Anything can happen I say,

Approaching the gates I know so well,

Seeing her for the first time,

I can just see her figure,

Then I see a smile,

I realize my ticket doesn’t work,

So I wait in the cue for a while,

I walk up to her in anticipation

She slowly walks toward me, I touch her hips

Could she be the one I think,

Then she kissed me on the lips.

James Fieldhouse

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