You clasp my hands
And turn me 'round
So there is little space
Between our mouths
You're silver, but balding
And darkly handsome
I see your eyes have smiled
Many more years than mine
Food for fantasy
I feel you very privately
Food for fantasy
In a world without privacy
You clasp my hands
And turn me 'round
So there is little space
Between our mouths
You're silver, but balding
And darkly handsome
I see your eyes have smiled
Many more years than mine
Food for fantasy
I feel you very privately
Food for fantasy
In a world without privacy
