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I was trying to be a soldierBut his rocket arms were much too goodI flew across the sea, and over boulderTo see a fire blazing without woodI was trying to be a ladyI was trying to be very very niceHe was trying to make me crazyMade me miss my igloo made of iceIt was the fire of Eskimo eyes on himIt was a luxury, it was too muchNothing really ever was surprising himHis brush and bass were what he loved to touchI was trying to be a soldierBut his rocket arms were far too goodI flew across the sea, and over bouldersTo see a fire blazing without woodI was trying to be a ladyI was trying to be very very niceHe was trying to make me crazyMade me miss my igloo made of iceIt was the fire of Eskimo eyes on himLetras de cancionesIt was a luxury, it was too muchNothing really ever was surprising himHis brush and bass were what he loved to touchLasers never sent to strike it downHave given up your heart without a sound From Letras Mania