Perry Blake
Perry Blake
Perry Blake
Perry Blake
Perry Blake
Perry Blake
Perry Blake
Perry Blake
Perry Blake
Perry Blake
Perry Blake
Perry Blake
Perry Blake
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