Lying on cotton sheets, you wish they were silk

If you can't get cream, settle for milk

Everything you touch seems to shatter

Egg shells and newsprint torn and tattered

There's a little boy with an arrow you're so scared of

You shot the cherub





You finally got your sea legs on a sinking ship

Put your while elephant to sleep, eat your blue chip

There's a little boy with an arrow you're so scared of

You shot the cherub





It's what it is and what it's not

Keep your guard up, get your shots 

Take off your rose-colored glasses

Your Sunday school classes are free