97

I am 97
She announced
And that's four times me
I pronounced
And she told me
She told me to travel
And she said she's had enough

Nobody's home now
The doorbell rings on
On and on
Ther's four to a room
No welcome mat
As you enter in the door

Volumes and volumes
Old women can rewrite
Rewrite history
Her friends are all in white now
And they say hello occasionally

Volumes and volumes
Old women can rewrite
Rewrite history
Her friends are all in white now
And they say hello occasionally

I am 97 she annouced
And that's four time my age
I pronounced
Bright eyes shining
Shining away
For a century or so
Her bright eyes shinig
Shining away
For a century or so