Let's cuddle up and hold each other close dear,

But don't get too excited when we do,

'Cos at our age all we really want is warmth dear,

And I don't feel much like making love, do you?

I'd have to get me teeth from out the jar dear

To nibble on your ear like days gone by,

You'd need your see-through nightie from the drawer dear

To try to raise a sparkle in me eye.

I'm not so sure me heart could take the strain dear,

As you flaunt your wrinkled skin for me to see,

Perhaps I'd need a tablet to relax dear,

So the sight of you won't be the death of me.

I remember how it was when we were young dear,

And we made love two or three times every night,

But since our youth became a distant dream dear,

The thought of once a year gives me a fright.

No, maybe we'll give sex a miss tonight dear,

And throw another blanket on the bed.

Forget the raging fires of our youth dear,