Both get up around seven-thirty.
Wash ourselves clean, we mustn’t look dirty.
Grab our coats and sign a flower
Run for the train. It leaves in an hour.
Platform nine and you’re on the other
Will it ever be that we’ll be lovers
Make a pass till everybody knows it
You’re too proud to ever let me show it
High school girl with the name of Susan
Without your love, I’m missing, I’m losin’
Will it ever be that you will discover
That I don’t wanna be a schoolboy lover
Both leave school around three-thirty
No time to wash. You come home dirty
Both get your train at a different station
But I’m glad to say the same destination
(c) M. Robert Gibson
First written late 1980s