| You wait Mr. Grump In Your doting age For the reaper to turn the light off Your life Mr. Grump is a brittle page Who knows how long you can write on To write on You are seventy going on eighty Papa es ist Zeit zu denkt Besser achtung Etre prudent et prudent Papà, sei sul limite You are seventy going on eighty Your teeth no longer align Eager young orthodontists Et les coquins Offer you food and wine For your stomach unkind Unknown now world of women Angry though tired and weak are you Perhaps because of your kin You wanna be wiser not older You should have told’em When you could Now you are seventy going on eighty Who’ll take care of metoo? I know I’ve been a knave Fellows I meet say stop your damn tweets Alas this I ain’t gonna leave I am Seventy going on eighty and now C in C I will tweet and tweet and tweet. |
You wait little girl
On an empty stage for fate to turn the light on Your life little girl is an empty page that men will want to write on To write on You are sixteen going on seventeen Baby, it’s time to think Better beware Be canny and careful Baby, you’re on the brink You are sixteen going on seventeen Fellows will fall in line Eager young lads and rogues and cads will offer you food and wine Totally unprepared are you to face a world of men Timid and shy and scared are you of things beyond your ken You need someone older and wiser telling you what to do I am seventeen going on eighteen I’ll take care of you I am sixteen going on seventeen I know that I’m naive Fellows I meet may tell me I’m sweet and willingly I believe I am… |
chandleur 
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