There is no money Falling from the sky Grow up There is no fortune Without an honest try Grow up Cos this is the year Where everyone will hear You've grown up Greeted with cheers A lovely atmosphere He's grown up
A born performer At the age of young Tennis racquet in hand you strummed A born pretender You're an athlete, you're an activist A scientist, mathematician A liar
Now you have love & attention Silver & gold Diamonds & rubies So red And all this time I knew you'd make it The road was hard But you stayed strong And carried on Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa. |
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