She's putting on her lipstick Slippin' on her black dress, saying "you can do this" Climbing in the front seat, looking out the window Going through the motions, trying just to let go Of the tears that she cried, no solid goodbye Tonight it ain't gonna

Yea, yea, yea Wham, bam, oh Amsterdam Stone you like nothin' else can Hot damn, roll an Amsterdam If she can't, then no one else can Looking good through the window Shinin' red and blue light A little thick in the bottom But still lookin' alright, yeah