Folly Cub

When you were younger you were as shy as the night
Won’t skirt your hands they’re folded behind
But I’m a be okay, I’m a be okay
But if you were lonely it was only for fun
You never wondered where the real ones run
Now your trying your foot out
Stretching your shirt out
You couldn’t hold ya, You’re getting older
You’ve got to leave it, they’ll believe it
People are neater, the grass is greener
Like an animal astray from the wood
You saw the city and you thought it was good
But I’m a be okay, I’m a be better than okay
Cause all the things nobody told you about
Well, now you’re older and you’re finding them out
What’s really love? For a folly cub