99 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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Ah

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
Oh, give me 99 years
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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