Piccadilly Squeeze

[Verse 1]
She's not a picture above somebody's fire
She sits in a towel with a purple hair dryer
She waits to get even with me
She hooks up her cupcakes and puts on her jumper
Explains that she'll be late to a worrying mother
She meets me in Piccadilly

[Chorus 1]
A begging folk singer stands tall by the entrance
His song relays worlds of most good intentions
A fiver a ten p in his hat for collection

[Verse 2]
She talks about office, she talks about dresses
She's seen one she fancies, her smile is impressing
So maybe I'll treat her someday
We queue among strangers and strange conversation
Love's on the lips of all forms of engagements
All queuing to see tonight's play

[Chorus 2]
A man behind me talks to his young lady
He's happy that she is expecting his baby
His wife won't be pleased but she's not been 'round lately