The Man I Was

The man I was
Would never have stayed out dancing in the rain
He would have thought the prospect silly and inane
You see, the man I was
Would never parade a girl around a room
Or stop to smell the many roses all in bloom
Are you, my love, in your youth?
And the roses are all in your cheeks
And though I say to myself
"Get a hold of yourself"
My defenses are all in retreat
If you should see the man I was
I hope you'll show him to the door
The man I was just isn't welcome anymore
All in bloom
Are you, my love, in your youth?
And the roses are all in your cheeks
And though I say to myself
"Get a hold of yourself"
My defenses are all in retreat
If you should see the man I was
I hope you'll show him to the door
The man I was just isn't welcome anymore
He's not welcome anymore