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Come on and meet me when I get home
Without you even asking
I'll shovel all the snow
And you'll never sell the house
We'll always have our own room
Me, my sister and the cat
The man you danced with was most certainly too old
He wouldn't tell
But I think the stale smell gave away
Come dementia you'll be kicking yourself
Come on and meet me when I get home
Greet me with the high beams
Of your very own new car
I would be lying if I said
There will always be another
But better safe than sorry again
The man you danced with was most certainly too old
He wouldn't tell
But I think the stale smell gave away
Spare my childish ears, stop kicking yourself
And let go