Robin, you were right,
The history is cold
How far will the Humpty Dumpty wind
That winds my brow?
Affection of the silver spoon
Lies on the table
How am I supposed to feed or touch it now?
My baby will be born, and then they’ll grow, and then they’ll fly
Who set the time to cry?
Oh, hello
I wish I’d never grown
Maybe I’m sick and tired of being kind
If I told you now,
You’re not supposed to be around
No more round and round
I said they interrupt
You’re not supposed to be unkind
So hit me, hit me
Hit me with your kindness
Oh, Hi
I wish I’d never grown
How far will the Humpty Dumpty wind
That winds my brow?
Affection of the silver spoon
Lies on the table
How am I supposed to feed or touch it now?
My baby will be born, and then they’ll grow, and then they’ll fly
Who set the time to cry?
