Got this funny feeling like I'm floating
A tickle beneath my rear I feel as though
I could conquer the world
My thoughts
My weapons
My weapons are gold.
I sit with the same face a book in my head
No one knows the power,
the power of these thoughts.
I could write forever
These feelings allow-
And I've go a funny feeling like I'm floating
And although they'll never know.
My thought's could kill there world
