i don't believe in shootin' stars, but i believe in shoes n' cars (:

I want to be rich and I want lots of money
I want loads of clothes and fuckloads of diamonds
I don`t know what`s right and what`s real anymore
I don`t know how I`m meant to feel anymore
When we think it will all become clear
But it doesn`t matter cause I`m packing plastic
and that`s what makes my life so fucking fantastic

Now everything is cool as long as I`m getting thinner