There's a boy from out on Long Island
He's city but he's quaint
Six Thirty on the Flushing line
He never runs late
I wonder what his life is like
How does he pass the time
He looks so cute in his 3 piece suit
Damn that man is fine
He sways so softly to the music
His body sways in time
The tunes that he is listening to
I wonder if their mine?
I take a glance
A sideways stare
To catch a glimpse of his golden hair
He sees me looking and whispers hi
I turn bright red and feel so shy
Same time tomorrow
Sun or rain
Our secret on the morning train
toondup
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