Happy as a Midget on Stilts

I learned young, life's a bitch.
Somebody died, made me rich.
I don't carry one ounce of guilt.
I'm happy as a midget on stilts.

You got envy, you got guilt.
You hate the cards you were dealt.
It ain't my fault your milk was spilt.
I'm happy as a midget on stilts.

I'm a bad boy; it's written on my face.
I never did learn my place.

I lose my balance, I recover.
Then I steal your one true lover.
I keep her inflamed under the quilts.
I'm happy as a midget on stilts.

I been ragged, now I'm right.
I make love all through the night.
I plunge my dagger to the hilt.
I'm happy as a midget on stilts.

I'm a bad boy; it's carved on my face.
I never did learn my place.

You think me small, it's agreed.
Your right to your opinion's guaranteed.
The flower of freedom will never wilt.
I'm happy as a midget on stilts.

Success = boredom

Copyright 2008 NADJA MUSIC Reinaldo García
April 20, 2005 Monterey, CA

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