Tantrum
When the moon shines its light on the sea,
Its golden path glistens,
the waves call and listen,
To children who sleep finally,
The night birds before us,
Sing softly in,
And nightly they see...
I need a tantrum of my own,
Don't wanna raise these kids on my own,
I'm sick of being tough,
I think I've had enough,
I need a tantrum of my own,
Whoowhoo. Ah ha.
Its golden path glistens,
the waves call and listen,
To children who sleep finally,
The night birds before us,
Sing softly in,
And nightly they see...
I need a tantrum of my own,
Don't wanna raise these kids on my own,
I'm sick of being tough,
I think I've had enough,
I need a tantrum of my own,
Whoowhoo. Ah ha.
Credits
Writer(s): Henry Hey, Joanna Weinberg, Laura Kelly
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