21 July 2012
My wings you will clip never, I'll be footloose forever. I'll go out when I like I'll stay out all night Till' you get to the end of your tether.
And then I'll get older and God, Won't I behave like a little sod. Hormones will be raging, You'll try and cage me, But your attempts will just flop.
But then I'll meet a man, I'll impress as hard as I can. My lips will be sealed, My fragile heart revealed, And in I will stay canned.
Although I made a vow to be free, Said no one would ever cage me, I've been held in by him, Oh what a sin, For the bluebird I'm full of envy.
Free • Opuss № I