Make Me A God

I've got a windmill,
Turns in my head,
Grinding the seeds of doubt,
From my head.
Yes I could have a bike,
But I'd rather a car.

She's my associate,
Sweet to the bud,
Oh she's attractive,
She gives me love,
Yes I could have the world,
But I'd rather a star,
Oh I could be a saint,
But I'd rather a god.

Make me a god,
I need to be a god,
Oh make me a god.

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She is an ocean,
Under my skin,
She is a hurricane,
Let me begin.
Oh I could be a saint,
But I'd rather a god.

Make me a god,
I need to be a god,
Oh make me a god.