Come back in 5 to 10 years
And we'll get married then
But I will never love a young boy again
800 months older than him, am I
In my hands he is a bar of soap
Oh these hours of letting him go
These hours of letting go
You
I'd like to hang you up in a tree
And let you age there
Listen to the leaves
And move with the wind
I am 100 years
In my hairs
I want a BEAR