Older Sister

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 through 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 later

Boast of an evening by her fiery side

Oh but to be...

I'd like to be

Please let me be

Oh let me 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 ideas and sororities

They tinker with love and 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...