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You're sending me tulips mistaken for lilies | <noinclude>{{Lyrics for|New Amsterdam}}</noinclude> | ||
You're sending me tulips mistaken for lilies<br> | |||
You give me your lip after punching me silly | You give me your lip after punching me silly<br> | ||
You turned my head till it rolled down the brain drain<br> | |||
You turned my head till it rolled down the brain drain | If I had any sense now I wouldn't want it back again<br> | ||
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If I had any sense now I wouldn't want it back again | {{Chorus}}:<br> | ||
New Amsterdam it's become much too much<br> | |||
Till I have the possession of everything she touches<br> | |||
Till I step on the brake to get out of her clutches<br> | |||
Till I speak double Dutch to a real double duchess<br> | |||
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New Amsterdam it's become much too much | Down on the mainspring, listen to the tick tock<br> | ||
Clock all the faces that move in on your block<br> | |||
Till I have the possession of everything she touches | Twice shy and dog tired because you've been bitten<br> | ||
Everything you say now sounds like it was ghost-written<br> | |||
Till I step on the brake to get out of her clutches | <br> | ||
{{Chorus}}<br> | |||
Till I speak double Dutch to a real double duchess | <br> | ||
Back in London they'll take you to heart after a little while<br> | |||
Though I look right at home I still feel like an exile<br> | |||
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Down on the mainspring, listen to the tick tock | Somehow I found myself down at the dockside<br> | ||
Thinking of the old days of Liverpool and Rotherhithe<br> | |||
Clock all the faces that move in on your block | The transparent people who live on the other side<br> | ||
Living a life that is almost like suicide<br> | |||
Twice shy and dog tired because you've been bitten | <br> | ||
{{Chorus}}<br> | |||
Everything you say now sounds like it was ghost-written | <br> | ||
Back in London they'll take you to heart after a little while | |||
Though I look right at home I still feel like an exile | |||
Somehow I found myself down at the dockside | |||
Thinking of the old days of Liverpool and Rotherhithe | |||
The transparent people who live on the other side | |||
Living a life that is almost like suicide | |||
Latest revision as of 17:26, 22 April 2009
New Amsterdam
You're sending me tulips mistaken for lilies
You give me your lip after punching me silly
You turned my head till it rolled down the brain drain
If I had any sense now I wouldn't want it back again
(chorus):
New Amsterdam it's become much too much
Till I have the possession of everything she touches
Till I step on the brake to get out of her clutches
Till I speak double Dutch to a real double duchess
Down on the mainspring, listen to the tick tock
Clock all the faces that move in on your block
Twice shy and dog tired because you've been bitten
Everything you say now sounds like it was ghost-written
(chorus)
Back in London they'll take you to heart after a little while
Though I look right at home I still feel like an exile
Somehow I found myself down at the dockside
Thinking of the old days of Liverpool and Rotherhithe
The transparent people who live on the other side
Living a life that is almost like suicide
(chorus)
