| Why do I love him?
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| He don’t love back
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| When I call his name
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| He turns his back
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| The weather is growing cold
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| And I want him back again
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| I kinda know this other guy
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| But he’s rather old enough to be my father
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| So he’s not the one for me
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| 'Cause I fancy younger men
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| I’m at a loss
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| Not a coincidence he left me because
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| My older man
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| Was ready to love me like the woman that I am
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| Is it such a problem if he’s old?
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| As long as he does whatever he is told
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| I’m glad that it’s just my heart that he stole
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| And left my dignity alone
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| When in Rome we landed our first kiss, I
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| Slurred my words but he pretended not to notice
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| And then he set down to play
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| My heart sang a symphony
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| So far so swimmingly
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| I’m glad I got out to find my fish in that sea
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| And we’ve come so far
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| So who gives a damn about the ages we are?
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| Is it such a problem if he’s old?
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| As long as he does whatever he is told
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| I’m glad that it’s just my heart that he stole
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| And left my dignity alone
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| Is it such a problem if he’s old?
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| As long as he does whatever he is told
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| I know I’m gonna survive the December cold
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| With somebody to retrieve my long lost soul
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| With somebody to retrieve my long lost soul |