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