She says,

Where does, her time go?

When your gone,

It seems so long,

When your gone.

And I say,

Keep the fires burning,

Turn on low.

Let me go,

You know I wont be long.



Now you asked,

Where does the sun go?

Well, it goes down,

Below the ground.

I guess it just goes down.

And you asked,

When you grow up,

Will I still,

Be hanging round?

Yes, I'll be round.



Grow up,

My two sweet ladies.

Yeah she keep me,

going round,

I go round and round.

And sometimes,

When im thinking,

Things to be.

I see three.

Three and me.



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la la,

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la la la,

la la la,

la la la,