Calendars lie
I know they do
Never could I be
As old as they say
All the years past
They must be lies
I don’t remember them
They can’t be true
Pages must be turning
In the middle of the night
Years slipped in
When I turn out the light
Adding up slowly
To a big lie
That must be it
It is all a plot
I can’t be this old
It is all a lie
Yeah, They Do
All calendars are liars (where have I heard that before?) Ha! :D