(Carly Simon)
|
She rides in the front seat, she's my older sister
|
She knows her power over me
|
She goes to bed an hour later than I do
|
When she turns the lights out
|
What does she think about?
|
And what does she do in the daylight
|
That makes her so great?
|
|
Oh but to be, oh but to be, oh but to be, I'd like to be
|
My older sister
|
|
She flies throught the back door, she's my older sister
|
She throws French phrases 'round the room
|
She has ice skates and legs that fit right in
|
She's wicked to all the beaming dreamers
|
Who'll later boast of an evening
|
By her fiery side
|
|
Oh but to be, oh but to be, oh but to be, I'd like to be
|
My older sister
|
|
And in her black gymnastic tights
|
She runs into some elastic nights
|
Sophisticated sister sings for the
|
Soldiers of the soccer team
|
Their silver I.D.'s and sororities
|
They tinker with love in their Model T's
|
Oh lord, won't you let me be her for just one day
|
|
She turns everybody's heads
|
While I wear her last year's threads
|
With patches and stitches and a turned up hem
|
|
Oh, but to be, oh but to be, I'd like to be, Just once to be
|
My older sister
|
|
-----------------
|
Older Sister
|
Carly Simon |