Lemon Haired Ladies

Whatever you give me I'll take as it comes
Discarding self-pity I'll manage with crumbs
I'll settle for moments, I won't ask for life
I'll not expect labels like lover, or wife

If showing affection embarrasses you
I will not depend, and I will not pursue
For you are younger than I, younger than I, younger than I
And I am wiser than you

The 1 a.m. phone-calls, you're here, then you're gone
Come when you need me, I won't carry on
I'll simply accept you the way that you are
Unsure and unstructured, my door is ajar

Those lemon haired ladies of twenty or so
Of course you must see them, just don't let me know
Don't let me know, whatever you do
For you are younger than I, younger than I, younger than I
And I am weaker than you

I'll give you a year
Maybe two, maybe three
Then what will happen?
Where will I be?
You'll still be a boy
But what about me?
What about me?
What about me?

Why must you treat me with such little care?
I've so much inside me I'm aching to share
Why am I constant to someone like you?
Children don't know the meaning of "true"

Those lemon haired ladies, why must you seem them?
All that I want, in your eyes, is to be them
Time is on their side, that's all I lack
Oh, I wish you would just go away
No, come back
Come back. Go away
Come back. Go away

What in Hell can I do? I'm supposed to be wise
For I am older than you, older than you

You're so self-centred, the games that you play
Do as you please, well, you will anyway
Of course you will see them, no use to pretend
For they are younger than I, younger than I
Those lemon haired ladies
And they will win in the end