Girl With One Track Mind (Sexhunters)
I Fell in Love on the Northern Line
I Fell in Love on the Northern Line
I fell in love on the Northern Line
with a vision who polite counsel gave
in an Emerald lilt o' Limerick,
'Twas love at first sight, her name: Sinead.
Spake we so brief it barely counts,
I skipped two trains just to behold her,
with table tennis signaller in hand,
no word of a lie, she was so grand!
God, I tell you: what a girl!
Safely seeing off the trains,
In her air and countenance
met Irish charm and English sense.
I bathed in her sound,
rejoiced in her ways,
Princess of the Northern Line:
My Siren. . . Sinead!