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 a train Here am I, growing older in the rain
