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My little boy on the kitchen floor (my little Basquiat) Stick men fighting stick dinosaurs (my little Basquiat) Colours leaping all over the mat (my little Basquiat) The kitchen floor is where it's at for my little Basquiat One day he'll be golden, maybe chosen Perhaps to lead One day he'll be shaken, maybe taken Perhaps to bleed Songtexte My big girl swinging from the bars (my little Comaneci) Fist of stone flying about the yard (my little Comaneci) Halfway up is halfway down (my little Comaneci) Or maybe it's the other way around for my little Comaneci One day she'll be moonlight, maybe too bright Perhaps to shine One day she'll be found out, maybe ground out Perhaps she'll cry (guitar solo) My little girl on her mother's lap (my little Panchen Llama) Sucking on her fingers surveying the road map (my little Panchen Llama) Seems to be the only one around (my little Panchen Llama) That sees the red lights at the end of town my little Panchen Llama One day they'll be older, maybe bolder Perhaps than me One day they'll be rising, maybe living Perhaps in peace One day they'll be older, maybe bolder Perhaps than me One day they'll be rising, maybe living Perhaps in peace Perhaps in peace Perhaps in peace Perhaps in peace Aus Songtexte Mania