You see my clean shirt
And my ironed skirt
You jump from one extreme to another
You see my own steps
My brand-new trainers
The way I step on the escalator, oh
You hear my accent
And my scripted words
My usual knocking at the front door
You hear my old songs
My presenting tone
The way I twirled in my form, oh
All at once, it happens all at once
A sheer glance passing by