thirty five has disappeared and ran away to sea
and now she's thirty six at last - then seventy's got to be
now numbers' crunched - we're out to lunch
the herd has gathered 'round
time paints her portrait in red wine
(with bubbles built on sound)
through reservations - doubts and care
the heart is coloured bright
music pours throughout the doors
and fills a cultured night
and now she's thirty six at last and come back from the sea
thirty five shall raise a cheer and seventy's proud to be
dave wood
dave wood
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