[VERSE1]
I´m kinda pampered,
got a love for amber,
I´ve got enough for my chamber,
I want my personal carpenter,
to design my room a relax centre,
I like all this enormous glamour,
Can´t imagine to be a camper,
I´ve got a lot of music samplers,
Music always calms my anger,
If I get whatever, I don´t throw bangers,
If you´re curious about my chamber,
Then dare it to enter,
[VERSE2]
I´m kinda spoilt and despaired,
got a love for oysters,
My parents cook´em,
as I even can´t handle boilers
that´s the pointer to,
I can´t bake within plant oil´s used,
If I do, food tastes like soil tofu,
If I make steaks they´re bloodily moist, too,
and I don´t want to join my guests at the toilet room,
I don´t want to lose my poise too soon,
for some coins they´ll get a joint to soothe,
for body pains they´ll get an ointment refuge,
[CHOROUS]
Just like a king, I´m carried high,
In my home where things áre all mine,
I want money then my parents say: it´s not what counts,
I find that funny, because I´m already outta the house,
buy, shop, purchase, it´s fine, top, always,
In my opinion I ain´t greed,
although some say I exceed,
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Veröffentlicht auf e-Stories.org am 16.06.2010.
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