Old, old old love
I hate getting old
It happened so fast; where did it go?
They don't see me
They just see my age
They see that I'm old, they see that I'm so old

I know I look different
But I feel the same inside
I have the same insecurities
That I had when I was a child

You, don't want me
Obviously
You see that I'm old, you see that I'm so old

When I was young, I wondered
If old people fancy others their age
But now that I know the answer
I don't want to think of myself as an age

Old, old old love
Old, old old love
Old, old old love
Old, old old love