Amsterdam

There was a girl from Amsterdam
With snow-white skin and a wicked laugh
She said her name was Isabelle
Then she stole my heart and everything else

My love…

She brought me down into her lair
She sat me down in a velvet chair
She gave me things I can’t describe
But they burned so brightly inside my mind

My kind…
My kind…

Now on my knees I’m shouting
As the room just spins around me oh
Now all my thoughts are clouded
As the room just spins around me

I tried to find an escape route
My heart was cold, but my legs were stout
I tried to carry myself away
But she dragged me back on my knees again

My life…
My life…

There was a girl from Amsterdam
She brought me down into her land
I’ll never be the same again
Since I met the girl from Amsterdam