I wanna be loved
I wanna be rich when I grow old
I wanna have fun
Dancing on a table with someone

I wanna stay on holidays
Tell my friends I'm not coming back
Don't wanna be out on the streets
Blowing around like a magazine

I wanna race cars
In this little streets you can’t drive fast
I wanna brake glass
It’s the only way to show you that

I can’t feel what a meant to feel
Pushing a square peg in a round hole
I can’t see, what is you need
Maybe you are asking for the wrong thing

Sweet morning and I think I
Think I'm be happy to be alive
Sweet morning and I thing I
Think I'm happy to be alive

Sweet morning everywhere I went

Up on a hill, miles away from all the madness
Starting to feel, this is not what you’ve planned
But maybe not that bad

I wanna stay on holidays
Tell my friends I'm not coming back
Don't wanna be out on the streets
Blowing around like a magazine

Sweet morning and I think that
Must be happy to be alive
Sweet morning and I thing that
Must be happy to be alive