Neverdying

[sonatadesign]

My lady, my lady why wouldn't you let me come a little closer?
My lady, my lady do I look like a poser?
My lady, my lady I'm just a composer
You could use me as a disposer

Twenty, twenty-one
Beauty's age is on a high repute
Thirty, thirty-three
Please let me collect the juicy fruit
From your blossomed tree

Mister! Oh dear sir, you could come just a wee bit closer
Dear sir, I'm afraid that you could be a poser!
Dear sir, I could definitely use a composer,
or a gratis disposer

Fourty, fourty-one
My beauty was forgotten long ago
Fifty, fifty-five
I give birth to fruit no longer,
And my tree is dry and blank as
a freshly made paper

My lady, my lady I will always be close
And I just might pose
But I will always be there to compose
And dispose,
for you - your beauty and my love is neverdying.

[cafolini]

Cuddle up a little closer, lovy mine.
Cuddle up a little closer. Be my valentine.