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lyrics
I chased you like you stole something, on Rucker’s Hill, tonight
On the left, the sunset over the city, and the pretty mountains on the right
When you hit the top, you stopped, and dropped my heart right on the ground
I said: “I don’t want it back! I cannot stand to hear it pound!”
You drag me into Eastment Street, where the Pink Palace used to stand
You back me up against a wall, for to teach me how to dance
One step, two step, turn around, and then you drop your pants
(Man, I don’t think that’s dancing the way Arthur Murray understands!)
You, you own my heart tonight
Me, I only dream my dream that we, we own the streets tonight
But only the way that the kitten owns the cream
From Darling Street to Separation, it’s only a quarter mile
But it takes you half an hour if you’re doing it in style
(If you’re roaming in the gloaming, combing the bindies right out of your hair
From Plimsoll Park flirtations, where the neighbours come to stare)
I take you down the Boulevard to where the bellbirds make their chimes
Throwing rocks into the river, like I’ve done a hundred times
With every splash on your eyelashes, like dew upon the vine
I’m doubling up my dreams, turning my nickels into dimes
You, you own my heart tonight
Me, I only dream my dream that we, we own the streets tonight
But only the way that the kitten owns the cream
In Kew, we’re burning hedges, just to make a little light
The red blast on our faces makes a Shepherd’s Delight
Please, Mr Policeman, don’t tie anvils to our kite!
We promise we’ll be gone before the morning light
It’s a long, long way to Balwyn, but it’s calling me to come
All those guitars, unstolen, are just waiting for my strum
The songs I sang to make a bang back in 1981:
I’ll change the names to your name if you promise me you’ll come
You, you own my heart tonight
Me, I only dream my dream that we, we own the streets tonight
But only the way that the kitten owns the cream
A thousand years from now, what will they find?
Two names scratched in concrete
And an empty bottle of wine!
I dreamed I saw St Augustine (he was nibbling on your ear)
If I could have you summer, he’s got the whole rest of the year
But if it’s half past December, and I still find that fucker here
I guess I’ll just wake up, and I will draw you near
You, you own my heart tonight
Me, I only dream my dream that we, we own the streets tonight
From where I’m sitting, it seems oddly fitting
That it’s only the way that the kitten owns the cream
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