I could see myself

At twenty eight

What do you think of me now?

To Hell with big wings

Heaven can wait

I won't be

I won't be checking out



Torn

Between big love

And hate

A passion whichever

Way round

Could have been

Could have been

Good intentions run aground



I am

I'm truly young

But I feel so old

'Cause the guage is

Good as gold

Plump and pearly?

It's way too early

Slim and surly

Is clearly divine