Doors open
People scramble in, trampling one another
Horrid smell resonating throughout the car
There lies that bum in the very corner
"Do Not Lean" the sign says
Everyone disobeys

Old, scrawny, profane men
Next to the other
Staring at that one lady with the creamy skin
Brown hair
High heels
Curved hips
Classic beauty

Disgracious men
Holding hands, kisses on the neck
Couples who provide us with PDA
Smoothing of the hair, whispers in the ears
Laughter, beauty, love

Then the one who makes you stare
Makes you daydream
Wondering how things could be
Entire time eyes no place else but on
Look around
You're not the only one staring

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