Folly Cub

The Wooden Birds

Compositor: The Wooden Birds

When you were younger you were as shy as the night
Won't skirt your hands they're folded behind

But I'm a be okay, I'm a be okay

But if you were lonely it was only for fun
You never wondered where the real ones run

Now your trying your foot out
Stretching your shirt out

You couldn't hold ya, You're getting older
You've got to leave it, they'll believe it

People are neater, the grass is greener

Like an animal astray from the wood
You saw the city and you thought it was good

But I'm a be okay, I'm a be better than okay

Cause all the things nobody told you about
Well, now you're older and you're finding them out

What's really love? For a folly cub