Rod Stewart Follow

Darling, I hate to tell you,
but I think I'm catching a cold.
Put another chair on the fire,
bring a bottle over here, I feel I'm getting old.
I like your laugh, and a hot romance,
and your orn'ry sense of humour,
but if it rains again like it did today
I'm gonna have to leave a little bit sooner.
Got to get me some South America sun.
Honey, don't even ask me if you can come along.,
down at the border you need to look older,
and you sure don't look like my daughter.
Your ridiculous age, such a sweet outrage,
and I'll end up in a Mexican jail.
Darling, please don't cry you know I wouldn't tell you no lie!
Look over there! Oh my God, don't look now, but it appears to be
rainin' again,
get upstairs, pack my book of pray'rs,
honey hurry, I'm catching pnumonia.
I've gotta move while I'm in the mood or I'll disappear into
that
wall.
Darling, please don't curse, it really couldn't be any worse.
Say I'm a sun fanatic, but it's dark in your attic and your cat
sleeps
over my head.
I know I'm not a football star,
but I'm one little better than that.
So I'm much obliged, gotta fuel my pride and a cup of tea ev'ry
morning,
I'll say goodbye, let you marry that guy,
you know I wouldn't tell you no lie.