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Fistful Of Dollars Lyrics - Artist : Smokie
You wanna dream, son
Well I can make you one I'll take you higher than you ever thought you'd go Yes, I can make you And I can break you I make the rules, you pay your dues And don't forget it, son You'll be a big shot I'll make you so hot You'll rise so fast Your feet won't ever touch the ground Be the main man, centre attraction Number one I see it's done The greatest thing around Here's a man with a fistful of dollars in his hand Telling me just what I gotta sing But he don't understand I just can't think like the man I don't wanna be a puppet on a string No puppet on a string So here's the rules boy, You'll be my toy You'll be style, be the fashion, be the trend I'll take you so far, You'll be a big star You pay your dues, Forget the rules Cause they were made to bend Yes, you'll be so big 'Cause I can fix it I can make you everything you wanna be You'll be the news boy, Teenagers' new toy A private jet, you'll be the set Leave everything to me Here's a man with a fistful of dollars in his hand Telling me just what I gotta sing But he don't understand I just can't think like the man I don't wanna be a puppet on a string Doesn't matter what you say or do He knows what you're reaching for There is a getting everything you want, Everything you dream of Here's a man with a fistful of dollars in his hand Telling me just what I gotta sing But he don't understand I just can't think like the man I don't wanna be a puppet on a string |
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