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