I swim past the oceanic green hue in cannes
Working on a hawt and seductive natural tan
Boyishly cute my next endeavour is in Milan
I fly through the day and night like a sort
of batman
But still stuck around people on the level
of a caveman
I look into my eyes in the mirror and see
an iridescent cyan
Outrunning and outgunning the ugliness of a
corrupted lawman
I still take time to ride him, like a
stuntman
I hear of, in the distance a sort of
paranoia about the Taliban
Thinking all in all... it is all about the
man to man
I know i am going to be a self made
superspan
Wearing the tights of the super sexy and
elite spiderman
I walk through the earth like a supersized
shy lamb
I know deep down inside I am just another
angry young man