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Now I get older, And I'm cutting my hair, just a few weeks ago, Will you still be sending me a Valentine, birthday greetings, bottle of wine? If I stay up 'till a quarter to three, would I be a bore? Will you still need me, will you still feed me, When I'm sixty-four? Hmm------mmm---mmmh. You'll be older, too. Aaah, And I'll sing on your special day, A Happy Birthday to you. I could be handy, singin' off key, when your down and out. You can write an email on your Apple II, Sunday mornings, go for a ride. Drinkin' some vino, Smokin' some weed, who could ask for more? Will you still need me, will you still feed me, when I'm sixty four? Every summer we can Party on the Deck of Steve If the weather's clear. We shall scrimp and save. And coming in from out of town, Bettye, John L., Allison and Dave Send me an email, give me a call stating point of view. Indicate precisely if you can join the fun, yours sincerely wasting away. Give me your answer, fill in a form, mine forever more. Will you still need me, will you still feed me, when I'm sixty four? |
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