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She's the Sweetheart of the Inner West
and it would be my pleasure,
to make her very happy
but she's someone else's treasure.
Well ain't a fella bound to dream
of when this life was leisure?
She's forgotten who I am.
You say you had no choice.
The timbre of her voice.
One diabolic noise.
My friend, you're mocking fate.
You took the bait.
Guilty admissions, the power of suggestion.
Never an answer to follow the question.
This one is for the ladies, yeah.
The face you recognize.
The phosphorescent lies.
The superficial prize.
She won't need proof.
Ain't that the truth.
Guilty admissions, the power of suggestion.
Never an answer to follow the question.
This one is for the ladies, yeah.
What if you were left behind?
What if she would change her mind?
Yes, her deep commitment stings.
People say the darndest things.
The burning in your bones.
The monumental jones.
It's abstract to conceive.
Thus, Rosabell, believe.
Guilty admissions, the power of suggestion.
Never an answer to follow the question,
so without exception - this one is for the ladies, yeah.
