I used to be five, now I'm past twenty-five
I hope I'm alive when I'm ninety-five
One hundred and five might be too many fives
Depending on what type of technology exists
Talk to me, let me know you
It's now about who is who, unless its me and you
If I'm still alive and you need a friend
Just come on by, I'll let you in
I like to cook and I like to clean
And I've got a decent pair of stereo headphones
No one wants to be forgotten
No one wants to lose
No one tells the truth
No one cares about me and you