Niney Nine Years

Well, your clothes are fine
And you drink good wine
You're a man of many powers
You have a big house on the hill
And lovely taste in flowers

Now, you're calling me almost daily
You say, "You are no other"
Well, I don't mind this flattery
But thanks, I'll think it over

Oh, give me 99 years
Thanks, I'll think it over

What you want, you always get
With just one snap of your fingers
But I have not decided yet
I know it makes you wonder

Oh, give me 99 years
Thanks, I'll think it over

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Well, everyday you're still calling me
From one place or another
Hold your horses, let me be
Thanks, I'll think it over

Oh, give me 99 years
Thanks, I'll think it over
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Thanks, I'll think it over

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Credits
Writer(s): Paul Maurice Kelly, Linda Bull, Vika Bull
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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