Each is not my love moan I, for what I make love up, so I know how to make love There you can have my youth, I know I have loved Started to see him, till I married him Yearn admits you're outside me Grow up I have seen this all my life, perhaps a lot more And I have been so naive All move and try, he knew not And your spangle, how it hurts and I have feelings Yearn admits you're outside me Grow up Yearn admits you're outside me Grow up