Almost held a golden spoon
But fell into the fading moon
I'll never find a bride or groom
I guess I spoke to soon
My insipid, wretched mind
Keeps meandering lust entwined
Day to day, I rented rooms
I guess I spoke too soon
Moaning, mopey, sour droop
A headless chicken never beats the coup
I'm the pin that bursts balloons
I guess I spoke too soon
A hopeful, wee buffoon
Just remains a limbless goon
My heart, I'll just wind and tune
I guess I spoke too soon
The Closets - Too Soon Lyrics
The Closets - Too Soon Lyrics
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Almost held a golden spoon
But fell into the fading moon
I'll never find a bride or groom
I guess I spoke to soon
My insipid, wretched mind
Keeps meandering lust entwined
Day to day, I rented rooms
I guess I spoke too soon
Moaning, mopey, sour droop
A headless chicken never beats the coup
I'm the pin that bursts balloons
I guess I spoke too soon
A hopeful, wee buffoon
Just remains a limbless goon
My heart, I'll just wind and tune
I guess I spoke too soon
But fell into the fading moon
I'll never find a bride or groom
I guess I spoke to soon
My insipid, wretched mind
Keeps meandering lust entwined
Day to day, I rented rooms
I guess I spoke too soon
Moaning, mopey, sour droop
A headless chicken never beats the coup
I'm the pin that bursts balloons
I guess I spoke too soon
A hopeful, wee buffoon
Just remains a limbless goon
My heart, I'll just wind and tune
I guess I spoke too soon
Writer: Aristotle Galanos
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