Is the real life? Is this fantasy? Caught in a No from reality Open eyes Look up to the and see I'm just a boy, I need no sympathy Because I'm easy come, easy go, little high, low Anyway the wind blows, doesn't matter to me, to me Mama, killed the man
Put a gun against his Pulled my trigger, now he's Mama, life had just But now I've gone and it all away Mama, ooo mean to make you cry If I'm not again this time tomorrow Carry on, carry on, as if really matters
Too late, my time has
Sends shivers down my Body's all the time Goodbye everybody - got to go Gotta you all behind and face the truth Mama, ooo - (anyway the blows) I want to die
I sometimes wish I'd been born at all I see a silhouetto of a man
Scaramouch, scaramouch you do the fandango Thunderbolt and lightning - very frightening me Gallileo,
Gallileo, Gallileo - magnifico But I'm just a boy and nobody loves me
He's a poor boy from a poor family Spare him his life from monstrosity Easy easy go - will you let me go Bismillah! No - we not let you go - let him go Bismillah! We not let you go - let him go Bismillah! We not let you go - let me go not let you go - let me go (never) let me go - ooo No, no, no, no, no, no, no - Oh mama mia, mama mia, mia let me go has a devil put aside for me
for me for me So you think you can me and spit in my eye So you think you can love me and me to die
Oh baby - do this to me baby Just gotta get out - gotta get right outta here Ooh yeah, ooh Nothing matters can see Nothing really matters - nothing matters to me the wind blows...