Monday, January 22, 2007
I wanna make you smile, whenever you're sad,
Carry you around when your arthristis is bad,
ll i wanna do, is grow old with you

I'll get your medicine when your tummy aches,
Build you a fire if the furnice breaks oh,
It could be so nice, growing old with you,

I'll miss you, kiss you, give you my coat when you are cold.
I need you, feed you, even let you hold the remote control.

So let me do the dishes in our kitchen sink,
Put you to bed when you've had too much to drink oh,
I could be the man who grows old with you
I wanna grow old with you
 
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