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I'm only five foot one
I got a pain in my neck
I'm looking up in the city
What the hell?
What the heck?
I stare at the concrete
The girders rise high
The steel's above me
There's love in my eyes
And I'm doing things
A five-foot one man can do

I wish life could be
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I got a pain in my heart
All night I'm working
In the amusement park
With a bottle of aspirin
A sack full of jokes
I wish I could go home
With all the big folks
And doing the things
A five-foot one man can do

I wish life could be
Swedish magazines

Unless the time has come
I won't grow any more
Any more, any more
Till I'm using my head
I'm checking it twice
I'm gonna find out
Who's naughty and nice
And I'm doing the things
A five-foot one man can do

I wish life could be
Anything

I wish life could be
Swedish magazines