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Mama someday you'll be so proud of meYou'll see me hangin in a New York gallerySomeday I'm gonna drop from my left side of my brainPeople are gonna ask "Is it brilliant o plain?"But as long as I don't knowhow to hang a warholI'll keep sketching birdsthat are all I've heard ofverys simple and trueLike you know you do-doAnd if you like em yeahBut if you don't it's not badCause I don't really careSaid Papa someday might write a symphonyforty-eight piece and all dress up like meI say I'll write someday the satyrs of old songsI'm gonna chill the marrow in their bonesBut as long as I can't getinto Carnagie HallI'll keep writing them songsThat are all mineVery simple and dumbLike I've always have doneSongtexteAnd if you like em yeahBut if you don't it's too badCause it's all I haveever since I met herI keep thinking "God,how great it is to play a guitar"This way I feelthat she's always with meCause every other song'stelling me that this timeIs about our love Aus Songtexte Mania