Give Me Back My Childhood

An orchestra of women are out to get me

They have their reasons and I have many faults

An orchestra of women much like confetti

They stick around but not that long

Give me back my childhood

Give me back what I have lost

I walk along the shore and think of mary poppins

She knew then and she knows now

That confidence can make a cripple skip on rivers

She knew then, she knew then

Give me back my childhood

Give me back what I have lost