Lyrics Emilíana Torrini

Emilíana Torrini

Old Man And Miss Beautiful

Old man, old man,

Staring at young

Miss Beautiful,

Taking her home

Every night,

Loving her, holding her.

Old man, old man,

Everyday watching

Miss Beautiful,

Smelling her,

Tasting her,

Loving her, feeling her.

Old man, old man,

Wanting to keep

Miss Beautiful,

Hangs her on the

Bedroom wall,

Loving her, owning her.