Letra de Tales of 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 it (inviting me?)
(That ?) 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