Lyric Watching Me Watching You

I sit by the cutting on the Beaconsfield line.
He s watching me watching the trains go by.
And they move so fast --- boy, they really fly.
He s still watching me watching you watching the
trains go by.

And the way he stares --- feel like locking my door
and pulling my phone from the wall.
His eyes, like lights from a laser, burn
making my hair stand --- making the goose-bumps crawl.

He s watching me watching you watching him
watching me
I m watching you watching him watching me
watching Stares.

At the cocktail party with a Bucks Fizz in my hand
I feel him watching me watching the girls go by.
And they move so smooth without even trying.
He s still watching me watching you watching the
trains go by.

And the crowd thins and he moves up close but he doesn t speak.
I have to look the other way.
But curiosity gets the better part of me and I peek:
Got two drinks in his hand --- see his lips move ---
what the hell s he trying to say.

He s watching me watching you watching him
watching me.
I m watching you watching him watching me
watching Stares.
He s watching me watching you watching him
watching me.
He s watching me watching you watching
the trains go by.
He s watching me watching you watching him
watching me.
He s watching me watching you watching him watching me.
He s watching me watching you watching him watching me watching him watching.