Your figure like your friendship
Gradually grows and grows
The clothes that you thought that youd shrunk
Their size just froze
When the body that you thought of as yours
Just ups and goes
Ill be happy with the weight
Of the partner that I chose
Your quick-step is slower
But your spirits still out on the floor
And you can still hack it
Cause you know what your feet are free for
And Ill love, my dear
Til you cant tuck it in anymore, anymore
Your second gray hair came a month
After the first
It didnt make you better
But it didnt make you feel any worse
Your third gray hair appeared
With the fourth on your beard
Your fifth, sixth, seventh sprouted out
From your nose and your ears
And Ill love you my partner
Til you cant hide the gray anymore
Your distinguished good looks
Am the ones young girls cannot ignore
And Ill love you, my partner
Til the gray hairs hairdressers floor, hairdressers floor
Your eighth and your ninth and your tenth
You just looked to the sky
Like the charge of the Light Brigade
Was passing you by
Your quick-step is slower
But your spirits still out on the floor
When it comes to raw beauty
Youve a whole whorehouse waiting in store
Your corset has grown
Bid youre still always first to the drawer
And Ill love you, my partner
And Ill love you, my partner
Til the gray hairs the hairdressers floor
Hairdressers floor, hairdressers floor