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My heart is a muscle and it pumps blood Like a big old black steam train My veins are the tracks And the city is my brain My stomach is the ocean and it swallows up the sun At the end of a summer's day My breast like a breeze Blows all those storm clouds Away I... (x4) My head is the city and it houses all the thoughts And secrets that I have And the mayor of the city says the city seems ain't half ... bad. My arms could be weapons or instruments of love My legs are skyscrapers, they tower Above you I... (x4) My heart is a muscle and it pumps blood Like a big old black steam train My veins are the tracks And the city is my brain My stomach is the ocean and it swallows up the sun At the end of a summer's day My breast like a breeze, blows all those storm clouds Away I ... (x4) I could be your whole world (x4) From Letras Mania