When I’m 21 she’ll be 35
She makes me try her T-shirts but I don’t mind
‘Cause when we read she offers me her shoulder
I make her feel young, she makes me feel older.

She takes my shirts on, I take hers off
And every single night she says this has got to stop
And I say alright.

Oh my my (my my my) It’s the feeling inside
That your door’s open wide
I’m gonna take you in my stride.

Oh my my (my my my)
There’s some dishes to dry
The towels are soaked wet
And I’m not finished with you yet.

So I’m at the slams, I watch you grow old
I’ll always be the younger man for you to hold
You’ll be alright.

Oh my my (my my my)
It’s the feeling inside
That your door’s open wide
I’m gonna take you in my stride

Oh my my (my my my)
There’s some dishes to dry
The towels are soaked wet
And I’m not finished with you yet.