He's not like you
He isn't cultured
Or Ashamed
Of Who He Is

He drives a cab
He looks at girls
In a way
That angers you

Help yourself
To a coffee
And a cream cake
And you
Can tell me

You wrap a rope
Around your fist
And scare the pigeons
In Castle Square

You are a shadow
I don't pretend to understand
And you won't tell me