Little wings do support me
In the absence of your teeth
How your lips did adorn me
And now how they scorn me
All is fair when you're impaired
And all is strange when you're ensnared
And all is sharp with the teeth bared
Tell me what's it to you?
And what more can you do?
'Cause you can't follow through
One more strike to my wishbone
One more reason to get grown
One more click of the dial tone
No more chances to know you
And no more warmth when I see you
Because it's me that you outgrew
Tell me what's it to you?
And what more can you do?
'Cause you can't follow through
Tell me what's it to you?
And what more can you do?
'Cause you can't follow through