Lizzie :)
Don't save your kisses; just pass them around,
You'll find my reason is logically sound:
Who's going to know that you passed them around
one hundred years from today?
Why crave a penthouse that's fit for a queen?
You're nearer heaven on mother earth's green;
If you had millions what would they all mean
one hundred years from today?
All heaven sings: make love the thing,
Be happy while you may;
There's always one beneath the sun
Who's bound to may you feel that way
The moon is shining, and that's a good time,
Cling to me closer, and say you'll be mine;
Remember darling: they won't mean a dime, one hundred years from today
