If I'm dead at thirty, Wake up and watch me breathe. If I ever die, Wake up and watch me breathe. Too much in take, Can only make me stronger. Too much money down the drain, Can only make me happier. Love me, I'll never die, Write me in your will And I'll write you into mine, But I'll never die. Deal? Thirty's placed upon my head, But I've eternity to go thorough yet, My life will work out, sure thing, I've seen it in my dreams. Love me, Then write me in your will. I'll have your money As well as your property, It'll help me get through eternity. My life is a long road, And I'm speeding in the fast lane, Chucking coins and notes into the gutter, Down my everlasting tarmac strip. Drink the ale pulled from the golden taps, Sup it quick, and get us another Drink driving in the fast lane, Too careful to crash and burn, Too busy to have time to fall. Love me, Or hate me, But write me in your will, Oh wont you please, As I speed past you, You crash and fall, I've see it in a dream, So love me, And write me in your will, You wont regret it, Trust me, I'm sure you willBirth sign: Aquarius
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