There was a girl from Amsterdam
with snow-white skin
and a wicked laugh
She said her name was Isabelle;
then she stole my heart
and everything else
My love
My love
She brought me down
into her lair
she sat me down
in a velvet chair
She gave me things
I can't describe
but they burned so brightly inside my mind
My kind
My kind
Now on my knees I'm shouting as the room just spins around me oh
Now all my thoughts are clouded as the room just spins around me
I tried to find an escape route
my heart was cold
but my legs were stout
I tried to carry myself away
but she dragged me back
on my knees again
My life
My life
There was a girl from Amsterdam
she brought me down
into her land
I'll never be the same again
since I met the girl from Amsterdam

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