I hate the way that you´ve taken back
Everything you´ve given to me
And the way that you´d always say
It´s nothing to do with me
Different versions of many men
Come before you came
All their questions was similar
The answers just the same
I could do with a motor car
Maybe a Jaguar maybe a plane or a day of fame
I wanna be a millionaire
so can you take me there
wanna be wild cos my life´s so tame
Here am I, Going nowhere on the train
Here am I, Growing older in the rain