A heaven's to Betsy now we're 28 and what is there to do?nWe hardly even talk no more but to you I'll be truenTell me that you feel the same even though I knewnEverything that you say right before it came from younnArt house movies and flat renovationsnNewspaper politic and dinner reservations, ohnAnd Monday's a wine appreciation coursenTalk about the drugs that you just wont touch no morenWhat a breeze just help me off my kneesnnYeah, you met her during happy hour drinks and you kissed her on the cheeknYou dreamt she sang like Sandy Denny and smoked like a malle treenBut now you're talking invitations and seating plans and marqueesnIt sounds real good in Italian but it scares to the teethnAnd where're we gonna hide the keysnnAnd you fold your arms behind your back like and old mannAnd you say you hate that guy but you sure understand him ohnAnd she's creasing at the mouth just like her old ladynHer sister's picking the names for the babies, ohnWhat a breeze just help me off my kneesnndo do do donnNow we're 28 and what is there to do?nWe hardly even talk no more but to you I'll be truenTo you I'll be truenTo you I'll be truenTo you I'll be true