The Idea of Growing Old

We can talk all night

We can talk all day

We can play charades when there is nothing to say

You turn me on to the the idea of growing old.

I can make you angry

you can make me smile

we can make origami with the kids for a while

you turn me on to the idea of growing old

now it won't be long

no it won't be long

ohhhhhh, ohhhhhhh

woah

you turn me on,

to the idea of growing old,

turn me on,

to the idea of growing old.

We can lay around

and count the number of times

I've acted foolish

and you've rolled your eyes.

You've turned me on to the idea of growing old.

You in you kerchief and me in my cap

We can settle down for an afternoon nap

You turn me on to the idea of growing old

Now it won't be long

No it won't be loooong

woah, woooah

woah

You

Turn me on

to the idea of growing old

Turn me on

to the idea of growing old

Turn me on

to the idea of growing old

Turn me on

to the idea of growing old

woah, woooah,

woah

You turn me on to the idea of growing old.

You turn me on to the idea of growing

Old.