A heaven's to Betsy now we're 28 and what is there to do?
We hardly even talk no more but to you I'll be true
Tell me that you feel the same even though I knew
Everything that you say right before it came from you
Art house movies and flat renovations
Newspaper politic and dinner reservations, oh
And Monday's a wine appreciation course
Talk about te drugs that you just wont touch no more
What a breeze just help me off my knees
Yeah, you met her during happy hour drinks and you kissed her on the cheek
You dreamt she sang like Sandy Denny and smoked like a malle tree
But now you're talking invitations and seating plans and marquees
It sounds real good in Italian but it scares to the teeth
And where're we gonna hide the keys
And you fold your arms behind your back like and old man
And you say you hate that guy but you sure understand him oh
And she's creasing at the mouth just like her old lady
Her sister's picking the names for the babies, oh
What a breeze just help me off my knees
do do do do
Now we're 28 and what is there to do?
We hardly even talk no more but to you I'll be true
To you I'll be true
To you I'll be true
To you I'll be true