The Pink Panther

This shine I saw behind the secret door Bright as the moon high above in the sky All thieves I know keep dreaming of a plan To own it all The stone I hold may open every door Can you believe, Who’s about to try? What a treasure make it feeling, dreaming, living, stealing, digging this crime. Dream bites, tough nights in the roar of the thoughts Whatever feels right can easily knots your road Watch out! It is the rule that everyone nod at The diamond is under the law Oh no! Steal your dream, May it seem so.