Bohemian Rhapsody

Is this the real life? Is this just fantasy?

Caught in a landslide
No escape from reality
Open your eyes
Look up to the skies and see
I'm just a poor boy (Poor boy)
I need no sympathy
Because I'm easy come, easy go
Little high, little low
Any way the wind blows
Doesn't really matter to me, to me

So you think you can stone me and spit in my eye
So you think you can love me and leave me to die
Oh, baby, can't do this to me, baby
Just gotta get out, just gotta get right outta here

Nothing really matters
Anyone can see
Nothing really matters
Nothing really matters to me

Any way the wind blows...

Lyrics:QUEEN Bohemian Rhapsody Lyrics

1 kommentar:

Fazemos de Conta sa...

Eva, Excellent choice of images and verses. I love the lyrics and music by Queen.