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