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 d** 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