I wouldn't mind but she just turned up on the doorstep
Wistfull and ashen, slightly bedraggled
Last time I saw her she was howling at the moon
Roaming the forest, lupine and rabid
Woah, is she wild? Does she see my inner child?
But then she knows it's like a curse
to find our chosen roles reversed
To unify my universe
to call me mellow
If I was only half my age and she was older
We'd live on ice cream on Coney Island
And though it's gravity that drags down my balloon
She stays in orbit way after midnight
Woah, slip and slide, does she go all dewey-eyed?
But then she knows it's like a curse
to find our chosen roles reversed
To unify my universe
to call me mellow