Tales of a Brave Aphrodite

Tall King Saul says he wants it all

If he's willing to crawl he can have a ball

I can't do a wheelie

I can't touch the ceiling

I can't have good luck

I can't double dutch

The day you cut your hair I thought

There'll never be another a head of hair that soft

I can't figure why

We were always like a stick in the eye

Silver Aphrodite in her chocolate nightie

Says she wants to try me, she won't bite me

I can't French inhale

I can't read in braille

I can't put love in a cup

I can't do a chin up

I dropped your hand that day

That day I saw you running, running away

Now you're gone, it's no fair

I can never touch that hair

(???) chants I think I can

With the truth in the sand and a rubber band

I can't do cat's cradle

I can't set the table

I can't build an atom bomb

Hey Aphrodite

Come sit right by me

I consider inviting me

The dead are hiding (?)

I can't fix a bike

I can't fly a kite

I can't hide my head in the sand

I can't shoot my rubber band

No no no, let's go go go

To a pond or a pound or a drag car show

I can't do a cartwheel

I can't explain how I feel

When you can't give a hang

I can't accept it