Elvis Costello & The Attractions - New Amsterdam (alternate version) lyrics

You're sending me tulips mistaken for lilies You give me your lip after punching me silly You turn 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 '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 main spring listen to the tick-tock Collect all the faces that move in your lot Twice-shy and dog-tied because you've been bitten Everything you say now sounds like it was ghost-written 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 about 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