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You're sending me tulips mistaken for liliesYou give me your lip after punching me sillyYou turned my head till it rolled down the brain drainIf I had any sense now I wouldn't want it back again[Chorus:]New Amsterdam it's become much too muchTill I have the possession of everything she touchesTill I step on the brakes to get out of her clutchesTill I speak double dutch to a real double duchessDown on the mainspring, listen to the tick tockClock all the faces that move in on your blockTwice shy and dog tired because you've been bittenEverything you say now sounds like it was ghost-written[Chorus]Back in London they'll take you to heart after a little whileThough I look right at home I still feel like an exileSomehow I found myself down at the docksideThinking of the old days of Liverpool and RotherhitheThe transparent people who live on the other sideLiving a life that is almost like suicide[Chorus] From Letras Mania