Love on Borrowed Time - Freda Payne

When I was younger, ah-ah

Living confusion and deep despair

When I was younger, ah-ah

Living illusion of freedom and power

When I was younger, ah-ah

Full of ideals and broken dreams, my friend

When I was younger, ah-ah

Everything simple but not so clear

Living on borrowed time

Without a thought for tomorrow

Living on borrowed time

Without a thought for tomorrow

Ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba

Ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba — mm — ba-ba-ba-ba

Now I am older, uh-huh

The more I see the less I know for sure

Now I am older, ah-ah

The future is brighter and now is the hour

Living on borrowed time

Without a thought for tomorrow

Living on borrowed time

Without a thought for tomorrow

Good to be older, uh-huh

Would not exchange a singe day or year

Good to be older, ah-ah, (mm, babe!)

Less complications, everything clear

Living on borrowed time

Without a thought for tomorrow

Living on borrowed time

Without a thought for tomorrow

«Oh yes, it all seemed so bloody easier then

You know, like what to wear, very serious like

You know, am I gonna get the little pimples?

Does she really love me, all that crap

But now I don’t bother about that shit no more

I know she loves me!

All I gotta bother about is standing up.»

Uh-doo-doo-doo-doo-dah-dah-dah-dah-dah…

Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-uh

«alright, you can get out of that now.»

Uh-uh-uh-uh