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
  New Amsterdam it's become much too much
  Till I have the possession of everything she touches
  Till I step on the brakes 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 Rotherhide
  The transparent people who live on the other side
  Living a life that is almost like suicide