You ran away but I thought you might stay here
My wayward girl
Kissing the boys and all of those plots
To betray, my girl
You
You
Got a lot left to show who'd have known?
But I won't be there to
Children may know less conspicuous prose
Than you may, my girl
Human to some, but mostly too dumb
To have a say, my girl
Who
Who
Ripped the threads that you've sewn, all alone
With flowers every hue
And you say that six and a half's the same, very well
But you never learned to count from six to twelve
You
You
You
My wayward girl
Kissing the boys and all of those plots
To betray, my girl
You
You
Got a lot left to show who'd have known?
But I won't be there to
Children may know less conspicuous prose
Than you may, my girl
Human to some, but mostly too dumb
To have a say, my girl
Who
Who
Ripped the threads that you've sewn, all alone
With flowers every hue
And you say that six and a half's the same, very well
But you never learned to count from six to twelve
You
You
You