New Amsterdam

You're sending me tulips mistaken for lilies You give me your lip after punching me silly You turn my head till it roll down the brain-drain If I had any sense now I wouldn't want it back again New Amsterdam it's become much too much 'Til I have the possession of everything she touches 'Til I step on the brake to get out of her clutches 'Til I speak double dutch to a real double duchess Down on the main spring listen to the tick-tock Collect all the faces that move in your lot Twice-shy and dog-tied because you've been bitten Everything you say now sounds like it was ghost-written New Amsterdam it's become much too much 'Til I have the possession of everything she touches 'Til I step on the brake to get out of her clutches 'Til I speak double dutch to a real double duchess 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 about the old days of Liverpool and Rotherhide Transparent people who live on the other side Living a life that is almost like suicide New Amsterdam it's become much too much 'Til I have the possession of everything she touches 'Til I step on the brake to get out of her clutches 'Til I speak double dutch to a real double duchess