to this. I feel like I've been wrapped up in plastic. Never knew how life could be. Both you and me like wrapped up in plastic. I always thought I was standing on solid ground. Now I feel like a record
(Yeah, yeah, yeah). I see it, I want it, I gotta have it (what, what, what). I want it, I need it, I swipe that plastic. Plastic, plastic, ooh, I'm living lavish. See I'd buy everything, but I
I wonder why I don't know what you see. Of course I care, I won't pretend. It's just a thought, I've said enough Don't you know life turns me, always wants me?. I can hardly pray I could try but do
