You're forty-seven years old
You're seventy years old
You're forty-six years old
You're thirty-six years old
Isn't it time for you all to grow up?
© 2001 Bruce V. Bracken
And you still think you have to buy your love
With poison and gossip
And you still think you have to buy your love
With jealousy and deceit
And you still think you have to buy your love
With caprice and spite
And you still think you have to buy your love
With threats, alcohol, cocaine and knives
