Your Biological Clock Is Giving Me a Headache

So here we are Just like three years ago Looking at the stars Wondering where to go You told me You had plans of your own You told me Your dreams have grown But where does that leave me? Such a shame, love isn’t enough Such a shame, you called my bluff Such a shame, love isn’t enough Such a shame, you called my bluff So here you are Always wanting more Never quite Leaving the door You should be Moving to the suburbs You should be Hearing wedding bells I should be letting you go Instead of keeping you in hell Such a shame, love isn’t enough Such a shame, you called my bluff Such a shame, love isn’t enough Such a shame, you called my bluff I’m just wondering What do we do now? --- Your Biological Clock is Giving Me a Headache - Camaromance