Rose-Rounder
It takes a young girl to make an old man smile
It takes a young girl to make an old man fly
Why should it take a young girl
To move this old heart of mine?
It would take an old man too long to explain
How a young girl plays an old, old game
But that's just how it is, first she's yours and then she's his
And that's always, always the same.
It's been ten long years since I've cried
It's been five, I know five since I've even tried
Now why should it take a young girl
To move this old heart of mine?
But that's just how it is, first she's yours and then she's his
And that's always, always the same.