When you were sick, girl, I held your hand,
When you were troubled I tried to understand,
Staying with you I did anything I can,
Cause losing you was not part of the plan.

Melbourne is a tropical London,
American in a tropical London,
Abandoned in a tropical London, Oh no, oh no,
If you lose me, you lose a good thing, that's one thing I know for sure.
If you lose me, girl, you lose a good thing, that's one thing I know for sure.

A souvenir reminds me of you,
Every day I catch a glimpse of us two,
I'm the one going through the rescue,
That's why I'm confused you withdrew