Status Quo Paper Plane
Riding on a big white butterfly I turned my back away towards the sky I closed my eyes to look for something Saw myself as really nothing Then I realised my butterfly Wasn’t really up there with me We all make mistakes, forgive me Would you like to ride my butterfly Riding on a long blue paperplane Getting seasick, sorry once again Landing strip is getting nearer Hope the foglifts, make it clearer Then I realised my paperplane Wasn’t really up there with me We all make mistakes, forgive me Would you like to ride my paperplane Riding in a three grand Deutsche car A to B is often very far Home is near, but such a long way Legs and heads all feel the wrong way Then I realised my Deutsche car Is only there to get me somewhere Even so I really do care Would you like to ride my Deutsche car
