I wish i was a pilot Flying on a paper plane Standing on the shoulders of giants To be seen by every man
I'll be good as long as i am sinner My intentions was on the times We´ll slap on the wrist A kiss on the cheek You give to me what's mine... Come in What's mine You can come in
Skip down open and naked No one really seems to care Aparently you know the difference Between the money and a million
I used to want to be a hero Until i found that even heros die I'm peter parker's alter ego Waiting on the telephone line
The devil may be a sinner But the good girls always say it's time As you turn your head you go walking in the den You leave when you know what's mine...
Come in And take what's mine To keep I'll tell the sorrows that tomorrows dream can bring But i'll live it all
