I have always been convinced that the world revolves Not around an axis but around me That civilization began with my birth And that in every way I’m pretty hot stuff
But in the mornings my mirror disagrees And shakes an image of some old man at me Slack in muscle, thin of hair, dull of eye Something to set on the curb on garbage day
No, not even my small world revolves around me But around you, you who keep me forever young