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