(matraca berg)
I guess you had to be there, she said, you had to be
she handed me a yellowed photograph
and then said, see
this was my greatest love, my one and only love
and this is me
back when we were beautiful, see
I don't feel very different, she said, i know it's strange
i guess i've gotten used to these little aches and pains
but i still love to dance, you know we used to dance
the night away
back when we were beautiful, beautiful, yes
I hate it when they say
i'm aging gracefully
i fight it every day
i guess they never see
i don't like this at all
what's happening to me
to me
But i really love my grandkids, she said, they're sweet to hold
they would have loved their grandpa
those awful jokes he told
you know sometimes for a laugh, the two of us would act
like we were old
back when we were beautiful, beautiful, yes
But i guess you had to be there...