Little Wings

Little wings do support me In the absence of your teeth How your lips did adorn me And now how they scorn me All is fair when you're impaired And all is strange when you're ensnared And all is sharp with the teeth bared Tell me what's it to you? And what more can you do? 'Cause you can't follow through One more strike to my wishbone One more reason to get grown One more click of the dial tone No more chances to know you And no more warmth when I see you Because it's me that you outgrew Tell me what's it to you? And what more can you do? 'Cause you can't follow through Tell me what's it to you? And what more can you do? 'Cause you can't follow through