You were a perfect stranger
And I your perfect strangler
In the brushed steel lift
Of the great department store
The tightening grip of leather gloves
Purchased from the floor above
La la la...

Your eyes filled with confusion
Those helpless, twitching movements
The lips discoloured slightly round the edge
The loneliness of lift music
Its beauty and arithmetic
La la la...

A foggy night in London town
The office workers calmly going about their business
The shops and markets closing down
People buying murder mysteries for the night train back to Cheam

The tightening grip of leather gloves
I purchased from the floor above
The slipping girl I could have loved
I squeeze your tiny, pointless life away

Mantovani, James Last... and you
The loneliness of lift music
Its magic and magnificence
I squeeze your tiny, pointless life away
You a perfect stranger
And I your perfect strangler
La la la...