Old Maid

Girl, I think we're getting old

My heart's grown colder

And your hair's turning gray

Come on, what do you say

Let's put the horse behind the cart

And make some hay

Old maid

We're not getting any younger

So wait

You can count your chickens

When you get laid

Old maid

Now I know you two were the best of friends

And you're about the only one she ever let in

But she's dead and that's a fact

And what I'm getting at?

I think we can do better than that

Old maid

We're not getting any younger

So wait

You can count your chickens

When you get laid

Now I know we've been friends since

Oh I can't remember way back when

Never in the month of May

June August or September

Well how about today?

Old maid

We're not getting any younger

Old maid

You can count your chickens

When you get laid