Time ticks slow
Towards whom does it go
My teeth in water swim
As I like to keep clean and trim
The clothes should fit you
Like a woman’s touch so warm
Caressing my very form
The wounds of time
They lovingly hold
So I can stay well-dressed
When I’m a hundred years old
Time ticks slow Towards whom does it go My teeth in water swim As I like to keep clean and trim The clothes should fit you Like a woman’s touch so warm Caressing my very form The wounds of time They lovingly hold So I can stay well-dressed When I’m a hundred years old