(w/m Rose/ Ditullio)
When she was a woman child she married very well;
He always talked of schoolboy games and how he used to score;
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If she had the another chance to do it one more time-
© flying thorn/ bucks music
She had three kids in harmony, the neighbors couldn't tell;
That all the walls were falling down--
Her husband had become a clown--
He had tried to be a hero
But, she was looking for a boy to be a man!
But, that was then and this is now--not twenty years before;
Now, all the kids have grown up tall--
And he has stayed the biggest kid of all.
And but he's a boy who won' he never was a hero,
He's still a boy who can not be a man!
so many bridges that he never crossed,
so many battles that he never fought.
there was no mileage in his loving style,
there was no courage in his empty smile.
But, he tried to be her hero
oh, how he tried to be a hero
he always thought he was a hero
he's just a boy who will not be a man!
She would change a blade of grass, she doesn't really mind-
She's not the girl she was back then
She laughs it off-what might have been
Now, she doesn't need a hero--
She's happy with the man who might have been!