Copyright - The Girl From Chippendale by Brian Kable

The Girl From Chippendale

Through the inner city streets that sometimes can be so bleak

I found an oasis I found some peace

In the noisy traffic and tall building

Bloomed a beautiful flower

My oasis in my darkest hour

You know the girl from Chippendale

Is always on my mind

And at Broadway she never fails

She keeps time

Now the bus finds winds along Harris street

Up from Ultimo

And I pray to the street

Does the driver know where to go

Now the shadows are trying to consume

Take away my pride

But they would use me

cause I know why on this ride

Chorus

This girl from Sydney

And I am sure

That she is with me

Through every door

The sandstone station

What is what is that for

Please don’t tell me it’s

a sad metaphor

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