This mailbox is mine And this triagonal sign That blue balloon, the month of June They're mine mine mine mine mine Ziggy's sweets are mine That birdie's tweets are mine The city street, both of your feet They're all emphatically mine. It all belongs to me Everything that I see North, South, East and West I caress it, 'cause I possess it I'm Stingy, and it's mine. And this instrumental break is also mine. The floor and ceiling are mine All your feelings are mine You always knew it That's all there is to it It's mine mine mine mine mine That's what I said, it's mine.
Written by: Máni Svavarsson/Mark Valenti
Submitted on: January 01, 2018