this mailbox is mine,
and this triagonial sign,
the blue balloon the month of june,
there mine mine mine mine mine,
the ziggy sweets are mine,
the birdy tweets are mine,
the city streets below your feet there all emphatically mine,
it all belongs to me, everything that i see,
north south east and west,
i caress it because i possess it im stingy and its mine,
and this instrumental bit is mine,
the floor and ceiling is mine,
all your feelings are mine,
you always knew it that's all there is to it,
its mine mine mine mine mine,
that's what i said its mine.