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 back 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 hand   you promised me back   snow cherries from france      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