Teleman - Sweet Morning Lyrics

I Want To Be Loved

I want to be rich When I Grow Up

I want to have fun

dancing on a table with someone

I want to stay on holiday day

tell my friends I'm not coming back

don't want to be out on the street

blowing around like a magazine

I want to race cars.

In these little streets you can't drive fast

I want to break glass

it's the only way to show you that I can't feel what i'm meant to feel

pushing a Square Peg in a round hole

I can't sleep. What is it you need?

maybe you're asking for the wrong things

Sweet morning and I think I

I Think I'm happy to be alive

Up on a hill far away from all the Madness

Starting to feel this is not what you planned but maybe not that bad

I want to stay on holiday tell all my friends I'm not coming back

I don't want to be be out on the street

blowing around like a magazine

Sweet morning and I think I must be happy to be alive