Paroles de Isn't It Nice

Isn't it nice to be someone Someone you've dreamed that you are Isn't it such a nice feeling The feeling you've wished upon a star You have slipped down a rainbow Discovered your own pot of gold You are living your wildest dream Use them you'll never grow old Just like cinderella But your clock will never strike twelve You have something to envy That everyone wants for themselves You have slipped down a rainbow Discovered your own pot of gold Chasing moonbeams and catching the wind And living stories you've been told Verse 2 Isn't it nice to be somewhere In places you've dreamed that you've seen Isn't it such a nice feeling Being where you've never been Verse 1