So.... I don't think James has been putting his songs up here! Anyway, this is song #14, a short little ditty about nothing in particular, just being content and less terrified of impending old age than I used to be. Yes, the ukulele is out of tune. But no, I can not fix it apparently.
We'll still hold hands when we're eighty, but we might not wrestle in bed
I'll bring you your tea on a tray hey, and make sure you're always well fed
You'll cuddle into me, and fall asleep, like every night
This is our life, and it suits me fine
This is our life, and it suits me........fine.
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