I thought Id move to Sydney to get a little piece
Of the city life they talk about in the 90s.
Where everyone I meet dont want to know my name
They want to know what I do for a living
My songs dont 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
Ive been getting cozy with a kiwi boy
Hed kill me if I said he was sweet as apple pie
Hes going to leave me and hit the road
Hes 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
Im working as a waitress in a mexican restaurant
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