married but I'd quite like to run away
Everybody thinks you're perfect
but I don't care what people say
I don't want to get a mortgage or
pay you when I'm sixty- three
I'll be ten times dogs and babies
I know how much you love me
But I don't think I love you anymore
I'm glad to get the favour,
but I don't think you understand
Naturally I'm a little wilder,
and I don't need to hold your hand
I don't want to get too moody,
just because we're now in 63
It's all intended, that's the baby,
I never met you in my dreams
But I don't think that I'm happy here
I've come to find an illusion that
There's far too many girls
Someone else could be a perfect
I'm really not that sweet
I've been paid a dozen pages
I know how much you love me
But I don't think I love you
She doesn't think that she loves him
And I don't think I need you
She doesn't think that she