That you, you first stayed over at mine And we drank our first bottle of wine
And we both, we both had nowhere to stay Well the bus-shelter's always OK
Now you're older and I look at your face Every wrinkle is so easy to place And I only write them down just in case
Let's take a look at these crows feet, just look Sitting on the prettiest eyes Not through the age or the failure, children Not through the hate or despise Take a good look at these crows feet Sitting on the prettiest eyes
But I think, I think it was our first ever bet And the horse we backed was short of a leg
And the things, the things that people do in the dark I could hear the faintest beat of your heart
Now you're older and I look at your face Every wrinkle is so easy to place And I only write them down just in case
Lets take a look at these crows feet, just look Sitting on the prettiest eyes You can't have too many good times, children You can't have too many lines Take a good look at these crows feet Sitting on the prettiest eyes
Well my eyes look like a map of the town And my teeth are either yellow or they're brown But you'll never hear the crack of a frown You'll never hear the crack More from Beautiful South