Tori Amos
Years go by, will I still be waitingFor somebody else to understandYears go by, if I'm stripped of my beautyAnd the orange clouds raining in my headYears go by, will I choke on my tears'Til, finally there is nothing left
Billy Joel
He says, "Son can you play me a memory?I'm not really sure how it goesBut it's sad and it's sweet and I knew it completeWhen I wore a younger man's clothes"
Marilyn
Men grow coldAs girls grow oldAnd we all lose our charms in the end
