Falling Between The Rocks.
Oh Sydney, autumn breeze,
Carry a honey to the bees.
Where I have buckled at the knees,
Smiled at by a glory to please.
Fond of, being coy,
She made me light, full of joy.
Used all the powers we employ,
Sucked in a man spat out a boy.
Stole my waiting heart,
I remember well, the passions start.
Took me where her gifts impart,
Wound me round, erotic simple art.
Warmer than, desert heat,
Her skin the colour beauty beat.
I fell before I took my seat,
In a tiny cafe, on that Sydney street.