You seem to be, much older than me, With my fingers I trace, All the lines in your face. I'll be your lover for the better of an hour, But I can't be your baby. I can't be your baby. Buttoned coat and, broken home, Side by side but, still alone. I'll be your lover for the better of an hour, But I can't be your baby. I can't be your baby. Can't be your baby, I can't be your baby.