Chinese Eyes
James Reyne / Simon Binks
I got a hole in my pocket
Where the money burns through
Been standing by
This telephone for 45 mins
Just a looking at you
You better watch out, pretty baby
Before they tear youy apart
I'm sitting by your silky shore
With an ache in my heart
Chinese eyes
You know it wasn't just a holiday fling
Chinese Eyes
She's no take away chow mein
The beachead-it soon be dead
We're gonna watch the moon come up
I'm drinking salty wine
With some friends of mine
From our favourite cup
We're national parked, after dark
We're gonna watch sun go down
But you and I and the nights of sigh
In that house on the edge of town