She says,   Where does, her time go?   When your gone,   It seems so long,   When your gone.   And I say,   Keep the fires burning,   Turn on low.   Let me go,   You know I wont be long.      Now you asked,   Where does the sun go?   Well, it goes down,   Below the ground.   I guess it just goes down.   And you asked,   When you grow up,   Will I still,   Be hanging round?   Yes, I'll be round.      Grow up,   My two sweet ladies.   Yeah she keep me,   going round,   I go round and round.   And sometimes,   When im thinking,   Things to be.   I see three.   Three and me.      la la,   la la,   laaa la,   la la la,   la la la,   la la la,