Don’t talk to me of abuse. I’ve had a fistful
And I get wishful when I’ve had a zoot or two.
Im another of your sidechicks
Im neglected im a sidekick
But I’m in Amsterdam with you.
Yes I don’t know how I missed all the signs
And embarrassed at all ive let you put me through
I admit that this is crazy
And my visions getting hazy
I’m in amsterdam with you.
Do you mind if we do not go to the Anne frank house
If we say sod off to sodding tulips,
If we skip the red light district
Do other things (I’m being cryptic )
Doing this and that
To what and whom
Learning who you are,
Learning what I am.
Don’t talk to me of abuse. Let’s talk of Amsterdam,
The little bit of Amsterdam in our view.
Theres spiders crawling out the sink
Isnt as artistic as you think
And I’m in Amsterdam with you.
Don’t talk to me of abuse. Let’s talk of Amsterdam.
I’m in Amsterdam with the slightest thing I do.
I’m in Amsterdam when im happy, when I cry
I’m in Amsterdam when I listen to your lies…
Am I embarrassing you?
I’m in Amsterdam with you.