| Once I was young, yesterday, perhaps
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| Danced with Jim and Paul and kissed some other chaps
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| Once I was young, but never was naive
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| I thought I had a trick or two up my imaginary sleeve
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| And now I know I was naive
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| I didn’t know what time it was
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| Then I met you
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| Oh, what a lovely time it was
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| How sublime it was too!
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| I didn’t know what day it was
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| Then you held my hand
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| Warm like the month of May it was
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| And I’ll say it was grand
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| Grand to be alive, to be young
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| To be mad, to be yours alone
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| Grand to see your face, feel your touch
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| Hear your voice say I’m all your own
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| I didn’t know what year it was
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| Life was no prize
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| I wanted love and here it was
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| Shining out of your eyes
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| Once I was old, twenty years or so
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| Rather well preserved, the wrinkles didn’t show
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| Once I was old, but not too old for fun
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| I used to hunt for little girls up my imaginary gun
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| But now I ain’t for only one
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| I’m wise and I know what time it is now
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| I’m wise and I know what time it is now
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| I’m so wise and I know what time it is now |