In reply to sarah79: < I am the gangly queen> Hmm, I'll see your ABBA and raise you The Bee-gees
I see the line in the Wharncliffe sun
Feel you spot me as I stretch again
And the moment when the hold’s too far for me
You catch me in your arms again
Then you make the reach with such consummate ease
See you swarm to the jug oh so easily
And its me who needs to know
Chorus:
How long is your arm? (how long is, long is your arm)
I really need to grow
Cause my ape-index is minus two
Letting me down
When your arms are like chimpanzees
You’re so strong and I’m so weak
How I envy you
You’re 6 foot 4 from head to sole
I’m 5ft 5 even on my tiptoed feet
Feel such a failure when I fall
And though you may not shrink
Have a care for me
As I try and I try
But fail dismally
And its me who needs to grow
How long is your arm....