Crown

Past the breakout point we wave
Lined up toward the wind, antique
I smirk, I speak

You are a little child, you're just a little child
But I need a man

I don't boast of my collection, no I don't boast
And I see the humor in retreat
Yea I see the humor in retreat

But you are a little child, you're just a little child
And I need a man
You're good and you're kind
But I need a man