| 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? |