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 flys 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 night   Sophisticated sister sings for the soldiers of the soccer team.   Their silver ID's and sororitys   they tinker with love in their model T's   Oh Lord...   Won't you let me be her for just one day?      She turns everybodys 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...