Candles On The Cake

Some people say, we're not getting older, we're just getting better
Some people say, we're not getting older, we're just getting better
The wine will age, much better than the face
The candles on the cake, seem to spoil the taste
The smile is thin, the skin is thick, the hands are like a pair of bricks
Some people say, we're not getting older, we're just getting better
Some people say, we're not getting older, we're just getting better
The wrinkled eyes and the worry lines
The out of dates and out of style and now the out of time
The aches and pains, all the mistakes and all the who's to blame
I am as old, as a durd that keeps blowing down the road
Carry on !
The tired legs and the out of breath
The final trip to bed, to drink the final dregs
Shaky and old, the varicose, the hands on the remote control
Some people say, we're not getting older, we're just getting better
Some people say, we're not getting older, we're just getting better
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Some people say, we're not getting older, we're just getting better
Some people say, we're not getting older, we're just getting better
haaaioooo-haaaioooo