Steve Rogers Songtext
von Garlen Lo

So I′ve
Never been to New York City
Cause I'm a little afraid to fly
And I′ve never caught any petty criminals in my web
Cause I'm a little afraid to die
But if you share your number
And let me walk you in the rain
I'll be your Spider-Man, you′ll be my Mary Jane

Now I′m
Not the type of guy who gets angry
I'm a respectable, bespectacled guy
If someone shoulder barges me in the street
I′ll say, 'I′m sorry. I hope you're alright′
But, girl, if someone shoulder barges you
Just shout me, Romanov
No more Dr Banner, the specs are coming off


Sadly I'm not
Rich or super charismatic
I don't have witty remarks up my tuxedo sleeve
I don′t drive fast cars, have any fancy gizmos
Not on the cover of glossy magazines
But if you want someone to run you a bath
And feed you strawberries and love you lots
I′ll be your Tony Stark, you'll be my Pepper Potts

You can
See that I′m not much handsome
And I'm certainly no god
I don′t go to the gym five times a week
I got no muscles to show off
But, girl, if you can see past muscle
You'll find that I′m no bore
Be my Dr Jane Foster, I'll be your Thor

Lastly I've
Never been made a captain
Of an army or even my football team
I′m the kinda guy who likes to hang back, observe it all
Ain′t got a reason to lead
But, boy, if you lose direction
And I see people do you harm
I'll be your Steve Rogers
I′ll be your Steve Rogers
I'll be your Steve Rogers, you′ll be my Bucky Barnes


Na na na na na, nana nana, na na nana na. You'll be my Mary Jane
Na na na na na, nana nana, na na nana na. The specs are coming off
Na na na na na, nana nana, na na nana na. You′ll be my Pepper Potts
Na na na na na, nana nana, na na nana na. I'll be your Thor
Na na na na na, nana nana, na na nana na
I'll be your Steve Rogers
I′ll be your Steve Rogers
I′ll be your Steve Rogers, you'll be my Bucky Barnes