Wishy Washy - INXS

I got a place with a view 
You can see the cars 
As they travel down the freeway 
To clubs and bars 
There's a woman downstairs 
With matt-grey hair 
And she smiles when she tells me 
There's no room for me here 
They've got it in the city 
They've got it in the country 
But here in the suburbs 
It's all so wishy-washy 
It's all so wishy-washy 

I got another place 
This time with a fireplace 
And a woman can come around 
Write poetry and feel safe 
I said it's good for me now 
But I'm not being fed 
I said it's good for me now 
But I'm not being fed