My girl with the moonbeam eyes | |
And the hair like the wind in phantom skies | |
She got a hole in the corner of the pocket of her blue jean | |
And an x-ray gaze that’s mind expanding | |
Summin like a once in a billion | |
And I just want to say | |
That life is a kind of game | |
We’ve all been born to play | |
Where the wind will blow every emotion | |
Where a fragile heart | |
Is easily broken | |
Well the baby boy is big and strong | |
With the furrowed brow that’s one week long | |
He’s got a glint in his eye that’s as bright as a sunbeam | |
And the Coca Cola eyes as cutting as laser beams | |
And the magic mind decay that makes me want to say | |
That life is a kind of game we all get born to play | |
Like a hand that brings each devotion | |
Reaching out | |
And I just want to say | |
That life is a kind of game | |
We’ve all been born to play | |
Where the wind will blow every emotion | |
Where a fragile heart | |
Is easily broken |
My girl with the moonbeam eyes | |
And the hair like the wind in phantom skies | |
She got a hole in the corner of the pocket of her blue jean | |
And an xray gaze that' s mind expanding | |
Summin like a once in a billion | |
And I just want to say | |
That life is a kind of game | |
We' ve all been born to play | |
Where the wind will blow every emotion | |
Where a fragile heart | |
Is easily broken | |
Well the baby boy is big and strong | |
With the furrowed brow that' s one week long | |
He' s got a glint in his eye that' s as bright as a sunbeam | |
And the Coca Cola eyes as cutting as laser beams | |
And the magic mind decay that makes me want to say | |
That life is a kind of game we all get born to play | |
Like a hand that brings each devotion | |
Reaching out | |
And I just want to say | |
That life is a kind of game | |
We' ve all been born to play | |
Where the wind will blow every emotion | |
Where a fragile heart | |
Is easily broken |
My girl with the moonbeam eyes | |
And the hair like the wind in phantom skies | |
She got a hole in the corner of the pocket of her blue jean | |
And an xray gaze that' s mind expanding | |
Summin like a once in a billion | |
And I just want to say | |
That life is a kind of game | |
We' ve all been born to play | |
Where the wind will blow every emotion | |
Where a fragile heart | |
Is easily broken | |
Well the baby boy is big and strong | |
With the furrowed brow that' s one week long | |
He' s got a glint in his eye that' s as bright as a sunbeam | |
And the Coca Cola eyes as cutting as laser beams | |
And the magic mind decay that makes me want to say | |
That life is a kind of game we all get born to play | |
Like a hand that brings each devotion | |
Reaching out | |
And I just want to say | |
That life is a kind of game | |
We' ve all been born to play | |
Where the wind will blow every emotion | |
Where a fragile heart | |
Is easily broken |