Big Wings

I could see myself

At twenty eight

What do you think of me now

To Hell with big wings

Heaven can wait

I won't be

I won't be checking out

Torn Between big love

And hate A passion whichever

Way round

Could have been

Could have been

Good intentions run aground

I am I'm truly young

But I feel so old '

Cause the guage is

Good as gold

Plump and pearly

It's way too early

Slim and surly

Is clearly divine