Hurry up doll, you're already late
you have to be in bed by nine
alongs side chopin playing quietly, while reading a book
insist on having your way to your heart's content
it's too late
Kiss me, my dear
a cold wave will hit
kiss me, my dear
we're not sweet anymore
Doll, you just have a minute or two (oh yes)
fix your hair, shake the night off your sweater
check your key, don't, don't drag me to your door
I'll fly away like Peter Pan
it's too late
Just a little, my dear
a cold wave will hit
give me a little, my dear
we're not sweet anymore