A boy once was frozen, all guarded and closed in
Before he had chosen a beauty to behold
The cream of creation, a red-wine sensation
The power of persuasion, personified and whole
We will not get younger,
But we won't wait around till we die
She's got 20 questions
So do I
The first time, I passed her
The second, I asked her
Her third wish will last her
For long enough to know
The cream of creation, a red-wine sensation
My power of persuasion, personified and whole
We will not get younger
But we won't wait around till we die
She's got 20 questions
And so do I
So onward and upward, ascent of the unheard
I search for enough words to thankfully extol
The cream of creation, a red-wine sensation
The power of persuasion, personified and whole
We will not get younger
But we won't wait around till we die
She’s got 20 questions
And so do I
We will not get younger
But we won't wait around till we die
She's got 20 questions
So do I
So do I
So do I
So do I