Is the real life? Is just fantasy? Caught in a No escape reality your eyes Look up to the and see I'm just a poor boy, I need no Because I'm easy come, easy go, little high, low Anyway the wind blows, doesn't really to me, to me Mama, killed the man
Put a gun his head my trigger, now he's dead Mama, had just begun But now gone and thrown it all away Mama, ooo Didn't mean to you cry If I'm not back 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 everybody - I've got to go Gotta you all behind and face the truth Mama, ooo - (anyway the blows) I don't to die
I sometimes I'd never been born at all I see a silhouetto of a man
Scaramouch, will you do the fandango Thunderbolt and lightning - very frightening me Gallileo,
Gallileo, Gallileo Figaro - But I'm just a poor boy and loves me
just a poor boy from a poor family Spare him his life this monstrosity Easy come easy go - 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 Beelzebub has a devil put 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 - can't do to me baby Just gotta get out - just gotta get right here Ooh yeah, ooh Nothing matters can see Nothing really matters - really matters to me the wind blows...