Wednesday morning down at the metro

Hanging round like a clown, like some kind of vagabond

Hiding out in an eighteenth-century shadow

No one here to cast my spell upon

Then you held open the door just for me

And I adore you from this moment that we meet

I'm your Anglophile

Now it's time to put my plan into motion

To catch your attention like I'm a gypsy with a potion

I laugh to myself, "How clever you are"

You pass it off, you're just a work of art

Then you held open the door just for me

And I adore you from this moment that we meet

I'm your Anglophile

You were meant for me

Anxious English child

You were meant for me

In another life, I'd have you by my side

In torchlit castle corridors from dragons we would hide

You'd let down your hair like today and you'd tempt me

I'd carry you off and away if you'd let me

If you'd let me

Then you held open the door just for me

And I adore you from this moment that we meet

I'm your Anglophile

You were meant for me

Anxious English child

You were made for me