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