Recoil

A girl who can't shake off the smell
Of a man she met but didn't know well
She thinks she feels him in her skin
She thinks she sees his sideways grin
She sees him on the street by chance
Follows him as if entranced
Gets on a train that he gets on
A girl like this she is possessed
She sits two seats behind his own,
Can hear him sigh, a little moan
She wonders what he's thinking of
As he removes his right hand glove
She notices his hand is strange
As if the bones were rearranged
She thinks of what she'll say to him
She hears it playing deep within
You're all I need to get high
The man jumps to his feet just then
Slips out the train and round a bend