Piccadilly

<br>(difford/tilbrook)<br><br><br><br>Shes not a picture above somebodys fire<br><br>She sits in a towel with a purple hair dryer,<br><br>She waits to get even with me.<br><br>She hooks up her cupcakes and puts on her jumper<br><br>Explains that shell be late to a worrying mother,<br><br>She meets me in piccadilly.<br><br>A begging folk singer stands tall by the entrance<br><br>His song relays worlds of most good intentions,<br><br>A fiver a ten p in his hat for collection.<br><br><br><br>She talks about office she talks about dresses<br><br>Shes seen one she fancies her smile is impressing,<br><br>So maybe Ill treat her someday.<br><br>We queue among strangers and strange conversation<br><br>Loves on the lips of all forms of engagements,<br><br>All queuing to see tonights play.<br><br><br><br>A man behind me talks to his young lady<br><br>Hes happy that she is expecting his baby,<br><br>His wife wont be pleased but shes not been round lately.<br><br><br><br>The girl was so dreadful we left in a hurry<br><br>We escaped in the rain for an indian curry,<br><br>At the candle lit taj mahal.<br><br>My lips to a napkin I called for a taxi<br><br>The invite of eyes made it tense but relaxed me,<br><br>My mind took a devious role.<br><br><br><br>The cab took us home through a night Id not noticed<br><br>The neon club lights of adult films and trini lopez,<br><br>My arm around love but my acting was her best.<br><br><br><br>We crept like two thieves from the kettle to the fire<br><br>We kissed to the sound of the silence that wed hired,<br><br>Now captured, your love in my arms.<br><br>A door opened slightly a voice spoke in worry<br><br>Mum went to bed without wind of the curry,<br><br>Our secret love made its advance.<br><br><br><br>Like adam and eve we took bite on the apple<br><br>Loose change in my pocket it started to rattle,<br><br>Heart like a gun was just half of the battle.