My dear buttercup, I wrote this unto you
I know that you've heard how the violets are blue,
You know of the tulips, the rose, and the daffodils too.
So who then am I to make offers to you?
But can I give my heart for your keeping,
Give it and then hope to recapture yours?
I hear that the world now believes in the money
Old is my love, can I batter for yours?
Your hair yearns to twirl to a bond in my palm
Eyes tend to sparkle in brightest of morns
Pardon my quiver when we come in touch
Old is my love, can I batter for yours?
Let's get to yoddle and dance on a beach
Sing to a song with no clue of the words
Party with worries aligned at the door
Old is my love, can I batter for yours?
Let's throw a wedding and miss it to run
Bother the neighbours from yester to dawn
Have a reception in prison for fun
Old is my love, can I batter for yours?
Old is my love from he tales of Cleopatra
Pardon my history, I think she was pretty
Wouldn't trade you cos I did never meet her
Old is my love, can I trade in for yours?
Old is my love, can I trade it for yours
Offer my heart and be proud to be yours
I may have been
In the age of the mean
But then Old is my love, can I batter for yours?