When your legs don't work like they used to before,
and I can't sweep you off of your feet,
will your mouth still remember the taste of my love?
Will your eyes still smile from your cheeks?
And, darling, I will be loving you 'til we're 70,
and, baby, my heart could still fall as hard at 23,
and I'm thinking 'bout how people fall in love in mysterious ways.
Maybe just the touch of a hand,
well, me - I fall in love with you every single day,
and I just wanna tell you I am.
