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MR. FORTY-SEVEN
 
I'm on the hunt, I have to let out some steam
I'm stinking drunk but I know this is not a dream
Mmm.. she's barely sixteen-and-a-half
Her make up reveals it (but that's not bad)
I start to chuckle at the thought of getting to make love
 
She moves in closer, playing games
Flashes a smile but she's only teasing
She says: "You're a bit too old - and you're wearing Sixties clothes!"
 
I'm partying wild and the wine is tasting good
I feel so alive - where the hell did I spend my youth?
Mmm.. I spot a blonde in a plastic skirt
I unbutton the top buttons of my shirt
Her figure looks so fine from here, I have to get near
 
I take the dancefloor by surprise
And proudly let me chest hair shine
I end up stepping on the toes of the stunning blonde - oh no!
 
All I need is a chance to show her
I'm indeed still capable of love
God, oh please, give me a chance to return
To those years when I would make girls drool
 
I reach for my binoculars
But I capture no sight of her
She's drawn the curtains 'cause she's seen how I've been watching
 
All I need is a chance to show her
I'm indeed still capable of love
God, oh please, give me a chance to return
To those years when I would make girls drool
 
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Tuollaisen joitakin vuosia vanhan sanoituksen löysin "pöytälaatikosta". Onneksi välillä olen kyennyt kirjoittamaan myös ns. kieli persposkessa, ettei aina tule sitä samaa puuduttavan totista maailmantuskatilitystä, johon liian usein sorrun...