When I'm Sixty Four
When I get older, losing my hair
many years from now,
will you still be sending me a valentine,
birthday greetings, bottle of wine?
If I'd been out till quarter to three,
would you lock the door?
Will you still need me, will you still feed me,
when I'm sixty four? Ooh
You'll be older too.
Ah, and if you say the word,
I could stay
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