I call
You Gwen
That's short for Guinevere
You say
Darling
That makes me sound like a souvenir
We're broke
It's true
But maybe it's by our design
It don't put bread on the table
But it made for a hell of a night
Sitting on the south lawn
Drinking a glass of wine
It's good to be the king and the queen
Even if for a limited time
Slipping through our fingers
Are we at the end of the line?
They say the best of us go young
The sweetest melodies are never sung
(La-la-li-la-la-la-li)
We're Kennedies in the making
(La-la-li-la-la-la-li)
So what's the point of waiting?
There can never be
Be too much of a good thing
(La-la-li-la-la-la-li)
We're Kennedies in the making
You say
It's rude
Too make a toast if it's before noon
That may
Be true
But is it really a crime?
I'd raise a glass to you
To the queen of a minute or two
It's bittersweet but, darling
We couldn't borrow the time
Sitting on the south lawn
Drinking a glass of wine
It's good to be the king and the queen
Even if for a limited time
Slipping through our fingers
Are we at the end of the line?
They say the best of us go young
The sweetest melodies are never sung
(La-la-li-la-la-la-li)
We're Kennedies in the making
(La-la-li-la-la-la-li)
So what's the point of waiting?
There can never be
Be too much of a good thing
(La-la-li-la-la-la-li)
We're Kennedies in the making
Slipping through our fingers
Are we at the end of the line?
They say the best of us go young
The sweetest melodies are never sung
(La-la-li-la-la-la-li)
We're Kennedies in the making
(La-la-li-la-la-la-li)
So what's the point of waiting?
There can never be
Be too much of a good thing
(La-la-li-la-la-la-li)
We're Kennedies in the making
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