2 acessos
C Em7 F (G) Why can't the world be more like in my dreams C Em7 F (G) It would be full of all my favourite things F G The sun shining in the sky F G And suddenly I can fly F G I'm a little bird up high F G In 'V' formation with my favourite guys F G I'm a Amelia Earhart F G My plane has a broken wing F G My fella's are my propellors F G And my cookies start to sing C Em7 F (G) Why can't the world be more like in her dreams ''I agree'' I won't tell my secrets to foreign spys And then rescued by my two favourite guys I'm instantly pregnant and I can't explain And when the pop out they're like Bret and Jemaine I'm walking to school, folks are staring at me Then I look down I'm completely naked What if the world was more like in my dreams I wake up early in the morning Go to school and do a test Then all my teeth fall out And I'm falling to my death