paroles de chanson Boundary Street - Cold Chisel

Mullet faces in the station
Ballerinas on a chain
Dancing bears with long eyelashes
Pretty bows and black moustaches

Jealous baby lost the party
Got a loaded .45
Put your lonely hand in mine
And we'll go where they're crossing live

Take me down to Boundary Street
Take me down to Boundary Street
I got friends who'd die to meet you
Maître D's who'll kill to seat you

Take me down to Boundary Street
Take me down to Boundary Street
I don't care what's goin' on
But down that street is where I'm gone

Little show all, got a catcall
Feathers on the football star
Leopards in designer labels
Laid across the roulette tables
Weekend users slidin' out of
Limousines where we can hide
I'll be yours and you'll be mine
And I'll strap you in for the ride

Come away with me, I'll show you
Hidden doors and where they go
Baby can't go on pretendin'
They'll ever be a happy ending

Take me down to Boundary Street
Take me down to Boundary Street
I don't care what's goin' on
At Boundary Street is where I'm gone