I knew a boy who would. Not share his bike. Oh but he let me go sailing. I swore that I. Could survive any storm. Oh then he let me go. "Can you launch rockets from here?". Boy I've done it for years. Right over my head. And when I promised my hand. He promised me back. Snow Cherries from France. All that summer. We traveled the world. Never leaving his own bck garden. Girls I didn't know. Just what it could be. Oh but he let me go sailing. You question me. "Can you ride anything?". Lord do you mean like your mood swings. Invaders and Traders with. The best intentions. May convince you to go. "They look like pirates from here". Boy I've been one for years. Just keeping my head. And when I promised my head. You promised me back. Snow Cherries from France. All that summer. We traveled the world. Never leaving his own bck garden. Girls I didn't know. Just what it could be. Oh but he let me go sailing. And then one day he said. "Girl it's been nice. Oh but I have to go sailing". With cinnamon lips. That did not match his eyes. Oh then he let me go