| Give Me Back My Childhood |
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| 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 thenshe knew then |
| Give me back my childhood |
| Give me back what I have lost |
