Maybe baby I don't wanna fight now
Take your lead to a shoring red sea bow
Maybe baby when I'm 60 or 62
I'd then be ready for loving you
Ahh Ahh Ahhh
I'm looking into the side lines
You've got something I don't want to find now
You've got the eyes of a dead ringer
Maybe baby when I'm 60
Or 82 I'd be ready for you
In tuned with the beauty of you
You are someone that's so hard to fight now
Maybe I don't mind
Taking your lead
Find a place to unwind
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