I thought I’d move to Sydney to get a
little piece Of the city life they talk about
in the 90’s. Where everyone I meet
don’t want to know my name They want to
know what I do for a living
My songs
don’t earn me money or fill my pockets
with cash Every time I go busking I make more
in hash Everything I want is getting further
out of reach Like that funky little apartment
down on bondi
I’ve been getting
cozy with a kiwi boy He’d kill me if I
said he was sweet as apple pie He’s
going to leave me and hit the road He’s
touring with the theater – if you see him
say I said hello All the birthday money my
parents sent Was spent on the phonebill and
paying the rent Frijole, guacamole anything
you want I’m working as a waitress in a
mexican restaurant
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