Whitlams Melbourne
She paints pictures on the wall She eats all of the garden She has an aversion to conviction She calls her dog "the bear" In love with this girl And with her town as well Walking 'round the rainy city What a pity there's things to do at home She paints pictures on the wall I awake to see the feelings from the night before She eats all of the garden, it's a jungle out there And we won't return by dawn If I had three lives I'd marry her in two I'm dreaming of a time That we sit when the music stops She has an aversion to conviction She's more confused than ever Won't pay her fines and wonders when the cops will get her She calls her dog "the bear" And walks him with me to the corner in her pyjamas
