I got a rare condition
of letting my loves go.
Scary moving out of mama's house and growing old alone.
When he's talking at me,
asking what I'll do.
My sister's asking too many questions,
asking way too soon.
When you're young,
the feelings grow.
The first six months,
they seem to grow.
That's the honeymoon phase.
The honeymoon phase.
Go to the man on 85th Street
or a downtown restaurant.
Taking the town, going underground,
see a Broadway runaround.
Sunday we wake up so early,
a walk through Central Park.
The Southern Soul of New York City,
never make it dark.
When you're young,
the feelings grow.
The first six months,
they seem to grow.
That's the honeymoon phase.
The honeymoon phase.
Sometimes I love you,
and sometimes
I don't.
Sometimes I really need you.
Sometimes I'm not too sure.
Everything is all right.
Excitement never ends.
We meet each other's friends,
talk about life's regrets.
Does that make any sense?
When you're young,
the feelings grow.
The first six months,
they seem to grow.
When you're young,
the feelings grow.
The first six months,
they seem to grow.
That's the honeymoon phase.
The honeymoon phase.