Текст песни: Twenty Eight + перевод

Heavens to Betsy, now we’re twenty eight

And what is there to do?

We hardly even talk no more, but to you I’ll be true

Tell me that you feel the same

Even though I knew

Everything that you say right before it came from you

Art house movies and flat renovations

Newspaper politic and dinner reservations, oh

And Monday’s a wine appreciation course

Talk 'bout the drugs that you just won’t touch no more

What a breeze

Just help me off my knees

Yeah, you met her during happy hour drinks

And you kissed her on the cheek

You dreamt she sang like Sandy Denny

ATnd smoked like a mallee tree

But now you’re talking invitations and seating plans and marquees

It sounds real good in Italian, but it scares you to the teeth

And where are we gonna hide the keys?

And you fold your arms behind your back like your old man

You say you hate that guy, but you sure understand him, oh

And she’s creasing at the mouth just like her old lady

The sisters are picking the names for the babies, oh

What a breeze

Just help me off my knees

Do do do do

Now we’re twenty eight

And what is there to do?

We hardly even talk no more

But to you I’ll be true

To you I’ll be true

To you I’ll be true

To you I’ll be true

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