Your legs are at the doornI'm feeling good and I want morenBut you've got one thing on your mindnIt's leaving everything behindnnAnd I feel like starting overnMore now, as I'm oldernnCome on now, come over to menDrop your skirt down past your kneesnIf this is the last we ever meetnLet's go out in style and seennIf you feel like starting overnOr you'll look back when you're oldernAt times we had togethernAnd realize there was nothing betternnAnd I feel like starting overnMore now, as I'm oldernnMaybe some of that was a bit too muchnIt's just that we won't stay in touchnSo come on baby, come over to menWe should fuck and them we'll see