(carly simon/peter wood) He started a company When he was a young man Handsome, and like a reed so tall With a face like an old photograph She would fall for him Fall for him She would fall She wore her mother With saddle shoes She was pretty and she was small She worked the switchboard Down the hall from him Down the hall Chorus: He said: She said: And that was how the wooing And the winning began He said: She said: Of course new york in those days Was carriage rides and matinees He took her to a ball At the waldorf astoria He would fall for her Fall for her, he would fall Chorus You could hear them laugh As they danced in their room And the shadows on the avenue Rose into a jealous moon Which swung low in the dawn like To see what was going on with those two You keep on expecting Something to go wrong And nothing does They still live in the house Where we were born Pictures of us kids Hanging up all over the walls And some say he built his empire For wealth and toil But, if you ask him why He All for her All for her Chorus