Are you still talking to All of those dead film stars Like you used to And are you still thinking of All of those pretty rhymes And perfect crimes Like you used to love And if you're still alive When you're twenty five Shall I k** you like you asked me to If you're still alive When you're twenty five Shall I k** you I know you told me to But I really don't want to I remember all of the thing-things said to me Until ... calvary Ah you said, you said new love grows on trees New love grows on trees New love grows on... new love grows on trees Are you still shaking out All the dead wood from your bed love Well times don't change and you're still thinking of All of those pretty rhymes for love divine Oh no, you really don't have to If you're still alive When you're twenty five Shall I k** you Oh I know you asked me to But I really don't want to