syntonize

Oh god, I wish I were not a little girl.
Not to touch the sky,
I do not want to fly.
I just wish I were wide
To simply make him mine

Oh Lord, I wish I were not so small.
Then I’d give bigger steps
Could make myself stretch
Wouldn’t be just a scratch
And would finally make him match

Oh please, don’t let me be that sweet.
Then I’d easily swallow all this sour
And wouldn’t have to stop at every hour
To try to know what’s really ours
And not wait cluelessly for flowers.