I've been thinking of you Been dreaming of you, New York City, you pretty thing. Life is young there, Love is real there, America - you know what I mean? Like the seed below the snow, dreams of Spring, I've been dreaming of you, Your sun kissed skin. I've been listening to you deserts sing, Beneath your softest sunsets, you, You pretty thing You pretty thing Oh you pretty thing Yeah you pretty thing Stay true, dear Melbourne You're so dark and unshaven, By the hand you led me, through your winding allies Beneath your ghostly gum-trees, Oh, I hope you know, You're dear to me You're dear to me You pretty thing You pretty thing New York, I hear you calling