Today I got a song of Beatles, which is about the word a man said to her girl maybe and the lyric of which is blow.
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.
You'll be older too
,
And it you say the word
,
I could stay with you.
I could be handy
,
mending a fuse
When your lights have gone.
You can knit a sweater by the fireside
Sunday mornings go for a ride
,
Doing the garden
,
digging the weeds
,
Who could ask for more.
Will you still need me
,
will you still feed me
,
When I'm sixty-four.
Every summer we can rent a cottage
,
In the Isle of Wight
,
if it's not too dear
We shall scrimp and save
Grandchildren on your knee
Vera Chuck & Dave
Send me a postcard
,
drop me a line
,
Stating point of view
Indicate precisely what you mean to say
Yours sincerely
,
wasting away
Give me your answer
,
fill in a form
Mine for evermore
Will you still need me
,
will you still feed me
,
When I'm sixty-four.
posted on 2006-04-24 22:51
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