Is this the real life?
Is this just fantasy?
Caught in a landslide
No escape from reality
Open your eyes
Look up to the skies and see
I'm just a poor girl
I need no sympathy
Because I'm easy come, easy go
Little high, little low
Anyway the wind blows
Doesn't really matter to me
To me
Mama, just killed a man
Put a gun against his head
Pulled my trigger, now he's dead
Mama, life had just begun
But now I've gone and thrown it all away
Mama! Ooh!
Didn't mean to make you cry
If I'm not back again this time tomorrow
Carry on, carry on
As if nothing really matters
Too late, my time has come
Sends shivers down my spine
Body's aching all the time
Goodbye everybody
I've got to go
Gotta leave you all behind
And face the truth
Mama! Ooh!
I don't wanna die
I sometimes wish I'd never been born at all
I see a little silhouetto of a man
Scaramouche! Scaramouche!
Will you do the fandango?
Thunderbolt and lightning
Very, very frightening me!
Galileo!
Galileo!
Galileo, Figaro!
Magnifico!
I'm just a poor girl, nobody loves me
She's just a poor girl from a poor family
Please spare my life from this monstrosity
Easy come, easy go
Will you let me go?
Bismillah!
No, we will not let you go!
(Let her go!)
Bismillah!
We will not let you go!
(Let her go!)
Bismillah!
We will not let you go!
Will not let you go!
Will not let you go!
(Let her go!)
No, no, no, no, no, no, no!
Mamma mia, mamma mia!
Mamma mia, let me go!
Beelzebub has a devil put aside for me!
For me!
For me!
So you think you can stone me and spit in my eye?
So you think you can love me and leave me to die?
Oh, baby!
Can't do this to me, baby!
I just gotta get out
I just gotta get right outta here!
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh-a, oh-a
Nothing really matters
Anyone can see
Nothing really matters
Nothing really matters to me
Any way the wind blows