I make up hundreds so I know how to make love
 There, you can have my youth, I know I have loved
 Started to see him, 'till when I married him

 To yearn admits you're outside to me
 Grow up

 I have seen these all my life, perhaps a lot more
 And I have been so naive
 All move and try he knew not
 And your spangle, how it hurts, and I have feelings

 To yearn admits you're outside to me
 Grow up
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