seen from here at fifty three
as your birthday passes by
older, younger where am i
your current age seems odd to me
fourty nine sounds far too old
for the little chubby sis
smiley cutie softest lisp
fluffy hair of fine fine gold
fourty nine sounds nearly right
much the same as me, i've known
you could always stand alone
hold your end, put up a fight
fourty nine sounds rather young
"we'll ask bev", "and
bev will know"
the refrain did always go
older than me since we were young
all in all my little sis
tho miles and life a big divide
one small truth they cannot hide
i'm proud of you, be sure of this
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