| Lyrics: | (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 |
