MAN
i'm too old
to be still
sittin' in the cold
single-life
yeah
i should've
already been
a wife
yeah
my age
cuts me
like a knife
yeah
slice
by slice
i yearn
to have
a turn of butter
yeah
a forever lover
under the cover
or
a spouse
in our house
but Father
please
douse
somethin'
on this fire
if
i can't
shift
or
acquire
my dire
desire
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