Three AM and I'm in a trance
Don't look now, you'll break my glance
Alone and tired and work at 9
Can I look, is that a crime?
In the aisle you strike a pose
I look at you like a thorny rose
High Park and I'm on my way
All aboard, go aboard
Three years now and I see your hips
Mannequin and fingertips
Dance a dance and sing a song
I know you sweet, I'll sing along
Take a tip and curl your lip
Keep your space, and leave no trace
Kipling and I'm home sweet home
All aboard, go aboard