I call you Gwen, that's short for Guinevere
You say, "Darling, that makes me sound like a souvenir"
We're broke, it's true, but maybe it's by our design
It don't put bread on the table, but it made for a hell of a night
Sitting on the South lawn, drinking a glass of wine
It's good to be the king and the queen, even if for a limited time
Slipping through her fingers, are we at the end of the line?
They say the best of us go young, the sweetest melodies are never sung
La-la la, la-la la la, we're Kennedies in the making
La-la la, la-la la la, so what's the point of waiting?
There can never be, be too much of a good thing
La-la la, la-la la la, we're Kennedies in the making
You say, "It's rude to make a toast if it's before noon"
That may be true, but is it really a crime?
I raise a glass to you, to the queen of a minute or two
It's bittersweet, but darling, we couldn't borrow the time
Sitting on the South lawn, drinking a glass of wine
It's good to be the king and the queen, even if for a limited time
Slipping through her fingers, are we at the end of the line?
They say the best of us go young, the sweetest melodies are never sung
La-la la, la-la la la, we're Kennedies in the making
La-la la, la-la la la, so what's the point of waiting?
There can never be, be too much of a good thing
La-la la, la-la la la, we're Kennedies in the making
Slipping through her fingers, are we at the end of the line?
They say the best of us go young, the sweetest melodies are never sung
La-la la, la-la la la, we're Kennedies in the making
La-la la, la-la la la, so what's the point of waiting?
There can never be, be too much of a good thing
La-la la, la-la la la, we're Kennedies in the making
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