Crown - Ava Luna

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