Jerry licked his lips He liked the lady at the platform at the station The girl with the pretty face With the thick legs Jerry walked right over He knows her type, smiles to himself Self deluded dilated Jerry Jerry is a coral-monger He offers the platform lady with the pretty face and the thick legs a private viewing Back at his gallery Just she and he And poor Jerry feels the distant quake He knows he's lost his prize bird, his turtle dove, at the station With her parasol, her spectacles The girl with the pretty legs, thick face "She must be an idiot" Jerry yells over the roar and whistle he believes with all his tiny polluted heart is coming round the bend And then recalls Poor Jerry recalls those distant tears When a pretty girl used to stand and wait for him Right there on the platform With her pretty face and parasol Sad Jerry, he makes his way along the cracks pockets full of coral Dirty hands and bandages There hadn't been a train through here in years