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
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