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She sits on the train and bites her black nails,

While the guitar on her Ipod screeches and wails,

Her tight jeans and black thong look kind of appealing,

Better turn away quick or she'll know that I'm stealing,

Quick glances at her intense beauty in awe,

I've never seen such a mesmerizing sight before,

The lights go off,

Sends a shiver right through me.

Could this be it...

Will she try it on?

In this public train with the lights all gone?

Out of the tunnel now,

Back into the light,

She's reading a book,

She must be kinda bright.

Philosophy, humm?

I'm trying to imagine her lady bum.

Shaven or hairy?

I could never tell.

If she's a cute little angel,

Or hot as hell.