SONG ABOUT VIRGINITY

They skipped tracks at King's Cross
Riding the Piccadilly blue
Jumping track to track
Until they hit Waterloo

Boarding a train
Not caring where it went
Eyes only for each other
Anticipation finally spent

Clapham was a blur
Lipstick pressed against the glass
Wimbledon and Surbiton
Came but not as fast

And by the time Claygate loomed
Love was firmly on their mind
Two as one, body on body
All over, outside, inside
What a ride; what a ride

Fevers burning, hearts insane
Express love on an express train
Life suddenly seemed alive
Two as one, body on body
All over, outside, inside
What a ride; what a ride

Yes, what a ride

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