| He spied her on the tube |
| And she was wearing a bright red poppy |
| Her beauty it shone through the silence |
| As the commuters they tried not to make eye contact |
| He’d never seen such a beautiful thing |
| Except for in movies or up on billboards |
| He’d never seen such a beautiful thing in |
| All his years of travelling these trains |
| Her shiny brown hair was tucked behind her ears |
| And her big blue eyes pierced right through her glasses |
| The book she was reading was of an interesting nature |
| He knew that he would surely like to date her one day |
| A few more stops to Walthamstow |
| Its just a few more stops to Walthamstow |
| Its just a few more stops to Walthamstow |
| And poppy bird I wonder what your name is |
| He was a child of a difficult nature |
| It was compulsive disorder related |
| Sometimes he would do silly little things |
| Like turn the key in the door 5 times before he went to bed |
| In the past he’d got in some silly situations |
| With girls from school making silly accusations |
| Now he was through all that and he knew what to do to not |
| Get himself into trouble |
| He wanted to walk past and just ask her her name |
| And say she’s so pretty he’s been watching her on the train |
| He was a child of a difficult nature |
| He was a child of a difficult nature |
| A few more stops to Walthamstow |
| Its just a few more stops to Walthamstow |
| Its just a few more stops to Walthamstow |
| And poppy bird I wonder what your name is |
| A few more stops to Walthamstow |
| Its just a few more stops to Walthamstow |
| Its just a few more stops to Walthamstow |
| And poppy bird I wonder if i’ll ever meet you |
| He can’t believe his luck coz he’s in Walthamstow |
| And she is leaving the train also |
| He follows her onto the platform |
| Up the stairs and through the barriers |
| He gets a bit too close and she looks behind |
| He takes control of himself and walks further behind |
| Now they’re out and they’re onto the street |
| And they walk past the top of his road |
| It sure is dark and yes it sure is cold |
| And so he plucks up the courage |
| And starts to make his approach |
| She can hear his footsteps |
| Her heart’s in her throat |
| Should she turn and start to run? |
| No don’t be dumb |
| No don’t be dumb |
| No don’t be dumb |
| No please don’t be dumb |
| He’s so close now she waits to be grabbed |
| And she prays to god that she won’t get stabbed |
| So close now she can feel his breath |
| And he grabs her on the arm and says |
| «Miss is this your book that you left?» |