Marc Bolan and T. Rex - My Little Ba lyrics

It's funny how, as we grow old

We cling to the past as we cling to the air

And feel nostalgia for things that were maybe never there

The town where innocence was bullied and flared

The house where desire's first fluids bled

But now the autumn leaves are turning to the color of rust

I'm getting jealous for youth's first yearnings for lust

I wanna live

I wanna live

But I ain't a big enough man to anything other than think

There's a girl I used to know

Who I think still lives 'round here

Up there, on top of that council tower

I was once her man

At the midnight hour

When I was as lusty as a dog

Come moonshine or fog

When our tongues would entwine

Long and slow

When we thought

We'd never let each other go

Oh no?

But now the autumn leaves are turning to the color of rust

I'm getting jealous for youth's first yearnings for lust

I wanna live

I wanna live

But I ain't a big enough man to anything other than think

Yet it's funny how as we grow old

We curse and point our finger at those

Those, those, those

Who made us scared and made us old

Who touched our bodies and bruised our souls

Who have made us scared and made us old

It was those, God

It was those

Who made us scared

And made us old

The autumn leaves are turning to the color of rust

I'm getting jealous for youth's first yearnings for lust

I wanna live

I wanna live

I wanna live

I wanna live

But I ain't a big enough man to anything other than think

I wanna live

I wanna live

I wanna live

I wanna live

I wanna live

I wanna live

I wanna live

I wanna live

But I ain't a big enough man to anything other than think