Are you still gonna love me
When I'm old just like Wilford Brimley
Every Sunday I'll cook you brekkie
Oatmeal with a cup of coffee
Tell me it ain't up to a toss of the dice
Cause growing old together could be so nice
Look at my hair falling out
All the way down to the floor
Been saying I'll fix the sink for three weeks
But my hands don't work so good no more
And look at your pretty smile
Just like the day that we met
The first way you said "I love you"
I swear to God I'll never forget
The future ain't coming any time soon
Tonight I'm gonna hold you under the moon
Thru the good and bad weather
I just wanna start a life together
Are you still gonna love me
When I'm old just like Wilford Brimley
Every Sunday I'll cook you brekkie
Oatmeal with a cup of coffee
Tell me it ain't up to a toss of the dice
Cause growing old together could be so nice
I know I left the bed a mess today
Just couldn't let go of the night before
And sometimes I lay around all lazy
Cause my legs don't work so good no more
You know what to say when I'm blue
Did you read it in a magazine?
Uncover every single hidden clue
Read the lines in between
Are you still gonna love me
When I'm old just like Wilford Brimley
Every Sunday I'll cook you brekkie
Oatmeal with a cup of coffee
Tell me it ain't up to a toss of the dice
Cause growing old together could be so nice
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