Lyrics Boundary Street - Cold Chisel

Boundary Street

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 forty-five
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
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 sliding outta
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 pretending
There’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
Boundary Street is where I’m gone