Muffley

I’m sorry I can’t call you.
Or hold you in my arms.
I’m sorry you’re wrecked now,
Or falling for my charms.
Take my advice love,
What’s the harm?
Give me the reasons that we never told,
That you’re only afraid you may grow old;
Without someone to hold.
Despite that fact to know I am sold.
Let’s live this life,
Together until we're old.