She's the Sweetheart of the Inner West
And it would be my pleasure
To make her very happy
But she's someone else's treasure
Well ain't a fella bound to dream
Of when this life was leisure?
She's forgotten who I am

You say you had no choice
The timbre of her voice
One diabolic noise
My friend, you're mocking fate
You took the bait

Guilty admissions, the power of suggestion
Never an answer to follow the question
This one is for the ladies, yeah

The face you recognize
The phosphorescent lies
The superficial prize
She won't need proof
Ain't that the truth

Guilty admissions, the power of suggestion
Never an answer to follow the question
This one is for the ladies, yeah
What if you were left behind?
What if she would change her mind?
Yes, her deep commitment stings
People say the darndest things
The burning in your bones
The monumental jones
It's abstract to conceive
Thus, Rosabell, believe

Guilty admissions, the power of suggestion
Never an answer to follow the question
So without exception - this one is for the ladies, yeah