Black back chain
and cycles of possession.
The tattoo on your foot
and those dainty little toes.
Waiting at the crossing,
at Camden Road.
Hearding menfolk
on nights that always end.
The crinkle on your lips,
as you wait for them to go.
To catch their train.
at Camden Road.
To all points south.
To detours way up-north.
To Lambeth and to Poplar.
To Wilmslow and to Whalley Range.
To way around the corner.
At Camden Road, at Camden Road.
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