Five Foot One کے بول

I'm only five foot one I got a pain in my neck I'm looking up in the city What the hell? What the heck? I stare at the concrete The girders rise high The steel's above me There's love in my eyes And I'm doing things A five-foot one man can do I wish life could be Swedish magazines I got a pain in my heart All night I'm working In the amusement park With a bottle of aspirin A sack full of jokes I wish I could go home With all the big folks And doing the things A five-foot one man can do I wish life could be Swedish magazines Unless the time has come I won't grow any more Any more, any more Till I'm using my head I'm checking it twice I'm gonna find out Who's naughty and nice And I'm doing the things A five-foot one man can do I wish life could be Anything I wish life could be Swedish magazines