This might seem strange Since so much time has pa**ed And since only one of us Still looks the same Your words not mine, baby You're still fine yes you are Like wine, you get better with time So young and so naive That I never once believed That the memory of you would go through Like wind goes through the trees Maybe if you believe baby That I would no deceive you You and I side by side or somewhere In between I don't know if this is a bore But I just can no longer ignore This fact so sublime You get better with time Anyone who's met you agrees That no one forgets you most of all not me You can claim you're humble and hide But when it's true my dear It's not pride A jury of my peers would find me Guilty of so many crimes If I chose not to remind you That you get better with time This might seem absurd To someone so cultured And to one who would grace any stage When the hair that frames that face Dark brown or silvery lace What is age but a cage? Never mind You'll be blind to not know that you get better with time