CHORUS X 2
You’ve got me tamed girl… Do you feel the same girl?
Yo what’s your name girl? I’ll have to call you train girl


VERSE 1
As I’m sitting here writing this rhyme I’m on a train coach E seat number 49
It’s night the train alights, driver opens the door
This pretty woman sits down in seat 54
Suede boots, long coat with the neck cut low
Lipstick, diamonds earrings and her hair Cain row
Gold ring, silver chain and a Gucci watch
Her skins lighter than chocolate but darker than butterscotch
She pulls out a magazine and lays it on her thighs
And starts reading obviously unaware of my eyes
But soon she noticed me looking her way
So she smiles quite politely and I’m telling you she made my day
She carries on reading, it’s getting later in the evening
And the train aint really speeding yo the speed is kind of even
She noticed me noticing her once more
And I notice her notice so start staring at the floor
My eyes scan the coach at other people
But they aint as attractive so my brain deems them as un-equal to her excellence
I’m writing all this down as evidence
And as I write I’m trying to showcase my intelligence
I look again and no doubt she’s looking at me probably thinking what’s he writing about?
And why’s he looking at me like he knows me long time?
See I was scribbling on my paper but she made it a rhyme


CHORUS X 2


VERSE 2
Now I look away and tell myself I won’t look back
Because she’s probably thinking who is he?
And why does he act like he’s never seen a woman before?
But her beauty is the kind of beauty that I’m finding hard to ignore
She’s probably bout 24, a manager of a store or maybe collage
Or at Uni probably studying law
Whatever she does she’s doing it for me right here
My pen is still taking details every time they appear
She touches her hair and sees me as she curiously stare
I’m thinking that she is the nicest chick I’ve seen all this year
She’s probably about 5'8 (5 feet, 8 inches) hey yo her skin tones great
Hey yo she isn’t too thin or roly-poly with weight
She’s all gravy, a chic lady who’s probably focusing on pushing a career instead of pushing a baby
Oh no the train starts pulling in she starts gathering her things
She’s interrupted when her cell phone rings
She starts talking as she’s leaving the train and I can tell that it’s a fella on the line
Because she’s saying his name, she’s talking to him like he’s captured her heart
So I put my pen down, leave my seat to find the buffet cart
When I get back the girl’s not there but I find a small folded piece of paper occupying my chair
I picked it up and I opened it out, it had a number signed from the girl you were busy writing about
Damn…

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