Wishy Washy
I've got a place with a view
You can see the cars
As they travel down the freeway
To clubs and bars
Well, there's a woman downstairs
With matt-grey hair
Yeah, she smiles when she tells me
There's no room for me here
They've got it in the city
They've got it in the country
But here in the suburbs
It's all so wishy-washy
It's all so wishy-washy
I've got another place
This time with a fireplace
And a woman can come around
Write poetry and feel safe
I said, "It's good for me now"
But I'm not being fed
I said, "It's good for me now"
But I'm not being fed
They've got it in the city
They've got it in the country
But here in the suburbs
It's all so wishy-washy
It's all so wishy-washy
Oh, wishy
Oh, washy
Oh, wishy
Oh, washy
Oh, wishy
Oh, washy
Oh, wishy
Oh, washy
I've got a place with a view
You can see the cars, hello, cars
As they travel down the freeway
To clubs and bars
Well, there's a woman downstairs
With matt-grey hair
Yeah, she smiles when she tells me
There's no room for me here
They've got it in the city
They've got it in the country
But here in the suburbs
It's all so wishy-washy
It's all so wishy-washy
It's so, aagh, wishy-washy
You can see the cars
As they travel down the freeway
To clubs and bars
Well, there's a woman downstairs
With matt-grey hair
Yeah, she smiles when she tells me
There's no room for me here
They've got it in the city
They've got it in the country
But here in the suburbs
It's all so wishy-washy
It's all so wishy-washy
I've got another place
This time with a fireplace
And a woman can come around
Write poetry and feel safe
I said, "It's good for me now"
But I'm not being fed
I said, "It's good for me now"
But I'm not being fed
They've got it in the city
They've got it in the country
But here in the suburbs
It's all so wishy-washy
It's all so wishy-washy
Oh, wishy
Oh, washy
Oh, wishy
Oh, washy
Oh, wishy
Oh, washy
Oh, wishy
Oh, washy
I've got a place with a view
You can see the cars, hello, cars
As they travel down the freeway
To clubs and bars
Well, there's a woman downstairs
With matt-grey hair
Yeah, she smiles when she tells me
There's no room for me here
They've got it in the city
They've got it in the country
But here in the suburbs
It's all so wishy-washy
It's all so wishy-washy
It's so, aagh, wishy-washy
Credits
Writer(s): Jonathan James Farriss, Michael Kelland Hutchence, Timothy William Farriss, Garry William Beers, Kirk Pengilly, Andrew Charles Farriss
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Other Album Tracks
Altri album
- I Send a Message (Vocal Remixed Version) - Single
- Disappear (Red Zone Mix)
- Guns in the Sky (Kookaburra Mix)
- Burn for You (Extended Remix)
- Devil Inside (12" Mix)
- Not Enough Time (Silky Soul Dub-stru-mental Mix)
- The Strangest Party (These Are the Times) [Apollo 404 Mix]
- Suicide Blonde (Oakenfold Milk Mix)
- To Look at You (Extended Mix)
- Taste It (Youth 12" Mix)
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