Girl on a London Corner

One London evening walking on the street near Benjamin Bell
When I saw, what a looker, what a natural
Oh oh those stilettos, she was perched like a bird on a telephone line
And I knew she was waiting for a suit and a tie

Excuse me miss, I do not know your name
And I'm hangin' on this chandelier of hope
That you will love the way my conversation flows

Why is your mascara touching the base of your beautiful chin?
Did he never show? Did you always know?
Can I buy you a drink at the pup down the block?
We'll talk on the walk, we'll sit at the bar
Taking double shots until we make windows of these walls

I do not know your name and I'm hangin' on this chandelier of hope
Can I gain your trust by telling you a secret?

All my life I believed in magic
Never thought it would happen
When it comes to contradictions I'm a jack of all trades