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Old enough to be her dad |
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But the young men were just mad they nursed their grievances |
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And she was flattered by his charm |
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It wouldn't do her any harm they all had their chances |
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He sent her flowers and limousines |
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She was treated like a queen |
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Anything she ever wanted |
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It was no problem for a man like him |
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And everyone expected soon |
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That she could ask him for the moon |
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If she would wear his ring |
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Knowing glances from his friends |
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In the homes at the weekends of high society |
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But he didn't give a damn |
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He never felt more like a man |
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And all the time the clock was ticking |
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And all would envy the older man and his beautiful young wife |
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Yes, all would envy |
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In a house upon a hill |
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She was there with time to kill |
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She lived a life she'd only dreamed |
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The life was never what it seemed |
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To all her friends that she'd ignored |
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She denied she was bored |
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She had no time for dancing, no time for dancing |
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But the clock upon the wall |
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That was ticking in the hall |
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Always reminded her |
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That life was going on as well |
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But she was happy and she would swear she wouldn't change a thing |
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And all would envy the older man and his beautiful young wife |
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Yes, all would envy |
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Now it's 5 o'clock am |
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She must have spent the night again with that old friend of hers |
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She loves to dance |
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She's missing more and more these days |
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But he's still stuck in his old ways |
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Perhaps she needs a little more romance |
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But the clock upon the wall is still ticking in the hall |
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She must be home soon, soon |
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Where a younger man would weep |
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He takes a pill and goes to sleep |
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Now who would envy the older man and his beautiful young wife |
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Who would envy? |
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Who would envy? |
