The Late Great Libido


Four score seven years to go,
I've done it all with none to show
By now you think I'd ask myself,
Think I'd try to pin it down
Don't stop it's almost over now
Whisper softly across your mouth
Last breath then I'm finally done
You've always made me feel so young
Now I wait too much for me
Longer still, or so it seems
Four score seven years to go,
I've done it all with none to show
Now I wait too much for me
Longer still, or so it seems







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