IDEAL DE VIDA *

The tiny remark that tortures you
The fear that your friends won't like her too
I'm glad that I'm not young anymore
The longing to end the stale affair
Until you find out she doesn't care
I'm glad that I'm not young anymore.

No more frustration
No star-crossed lover am I
No aggravation
Just one reluctant reply :"Lady, goodbye!"

(I'm glad I'm not young anymore, Lerner/Loewe)



*but not just yet.