| | ||| | | | | | | | ||| | | | | | Put a ribbon round my neck and call me a libertine I will sing you songs of dreams I used to dream I will sail away on seas of silver and gold Until I reach my home Give me a guitar and I’ll be your troubadour Your strolling minstrel 12th century door to door I don’t know anymore if that feeling is past will it last Oh how can you be sure? And how do I know if you’re feeling the same as me? And how do I know if that’s the only place you want to be? Give me a stage and I’ll be your rock and roll queen Your 20th century cover of a magazine Rolling Stone here I come watch out everyone I’m singing I’m singing my song Give me a festival and I’ll be your Glastonbury star The lights are shining everyone knows who you are Singing songs about dreams about hopes about schemes Ooohhh they just came true And how do I know if you’re feeling the same as me? And how do I know if that’s the only place you want to be? And how do I know if you’re feeling the same as me? And how do I know if that’s the only place you want to be? ||| | | | | | | | ||| | | | | | | | ||| | | | | | | And if you want it too Then there’s nothing left to do Let’s start a band let’s start a band Let’s start a band let’s start a band And if you want it too Then there’s nothing left to do Let’s start a band let’s start a band Let’s start a band let’s start a band And if you want it too Then there’s nothing left to do Let’s start a band let’s start a band Let’s start a band let’s start a band And if you want it too Then there’s nothing left to do