It’s not easy to define
Why there’s no other word
I wanna write it everywhere-
On my bed, my hat, my chair…
I want to write it in the sky by airplane
And on the skin of my beloved Jane.
And even if there’s mountain
I would climb
I wanna scream right from the top of it
Mine I’d like be also scythe of Reaper
So that I’d never stand before St. Peter
Cause even Heaven would never shine
As much as what is MINE, MINE, MINE.
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