Elvis Costello - New Amsterdam
You're sending me tulips mistaken for lilies
You give me your lip after punching me silly
You turned my head 'til it rolled 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 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 ghostwritten 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 'bout the old days of Liverpool and Rotherhithe
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
You give me your lip after punching me silly
You turned my head 'til it rolled 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 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 ghostwritten 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 'bout the old days of Liverpool and Rotherhithe
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
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