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Janet, I believe that it's about time that |
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We stopped to talk things over |
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There's a lot of things about life |
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Janet, you're too young to understand |
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You think life with me is like a field of clover |
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I can satisfy you now but I won't |
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Always be this much a man |
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Janet, there's not too much chance that we're gonna |
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Make it through this night together |
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And the reason I'm believin' is there's |
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More than twenty years between our age |
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Right now skies are bluer |
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Later on will come the stormy weather |
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Life is like a book and let me tell ya, Janet |
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I've read every page |
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You find satisfaction and contentment |
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Just lyin' here, bein' my embrace |
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Let me tell you once again |
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That you'll wake up some mornin' |
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And be lookin' in some old and wrinkled face |
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But I can't make you understand while you're lyin' here |
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And cryin' like you're cryin' now |
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And it's hard to think while kissin' you |
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For no one else can kiss me like you can |
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And all the time you're tryin' to reassure me |
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That my youth ain't dyin' now that I'll never be too old |
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That I'll always be this much a man |
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You keep on a-tellin' me that you that don't expect |
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No more from life than I can give |
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Janet, I'm just fool enough to try to be that big a fool |
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If that's the way you think you want to live |
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Janet, I'm just fool enough to try to be that big a fool |
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If that's the way you think you want to live |
