Perth Traumatic Stress Disorder - Alex Lahey

Perth is lucky that she’s pretty

Otherwise, I’d hate that city

The only place my heart’s been torn in two

Always worth the lengthy flight

And sometimes the warm sleepless nights

There’s no such thing as coming back too soon

A different situation I don’t know

When I have some luck, the standard’s low

I still can’t recover from the way you let me down

I mean, you got a new girl, yeah, that’s fine

But I think about it all the time

I resent the way you made me love your Western town

Perth is lucky that she’s pretty

Otherwise, I’d hate that city

Isolated from my Eastern life

Bands and bars on widened streets

Where beaches meet the urban heat

And people seem to be friendly and nice

I know I should probably let it go

But it’s only now I finally know

You were only trouble, looking for a place to stay

Yeah, I got to visit somewhere new

Now forever tainted with thoughts of you

Didn’t even get an inadvertent holiday

Ah-ooh, ooh-ooh ooh-ooh

Ah-ooh, ooh-ooh ooh-ooh

Ah-ooh, ooh-ooh ooh-ooh

Ah-ooh, ooh-ooh ooh-ooh

Perth is lucky that she’s pretty

Otherwise, I’d hate that city

Hate this city, love this city

Perth, you’re lucky you’re so pretty