Is this the life? Is this just Caught in a No escape from your eyes Look up to the and see I'm just a boy, I need no sympathy Because I'm easy come, go, little high, little low Anyway the wind blows, doesn't really to me, to me Mama, just the man
Put a gun his head Pulled my trigger, now he's Mama, life had begun But now gone and thrown it all away Mama, ooo Didn't to make you cry If I'm not back again this tomorrow Carry on, carry on, as if really matters
Too late, my time has
shivers down my spine Body's all the time Goodbye - I've got to go Gotta leave you all behind and the truth Mama, ooo - (anyway the blows) I don't to die
I sometimes wish I'd never been at all I see a silhouetto of a man
Scaramouch, scaramouch will you do the Thunderbolt and lightning - very frightening me Gallileo,
Gallileo, Gallileo Figaro - But I'm just a poor boy and nobody me
He's just a boy from a poor family him his life from this 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 mia, mama mia, mama 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 me and leave me to die
Oh - can't do this to me baby Just gotta get out - gotta get right outta here Ooh yeah, ooh really matters can see Nothing really - nothing really matters to me the wind blows...