He realized that she was new to love, now even every wayEvery schoolboy's fantasy she was, that's why he had to waitIf they pour his heart into a glass and all budded like wineShe could drink and be back in time for the morning paperThey could take a walk down the ocean side, they could push on every waveThey could find a carousel and ride, or kiss in every caveThey could contemplate the entire universeThey could find a carousel and ride, or kiss in every caveSo just one star, oh just how far was the walk for the morning paperHey, let me play it for you one timeWhy is age more than a number when it comes to love?Should we ask the ones who speculate, they don't know what it's made ofShould we ask the ones who speculate, they don't know what it's made ofShould we ask the moonlight on your face or the rain drops in your hairOr should we ask the man who wrote it there in the morning paperShould we ask the moonlight on your face or the rain drops in your hairOr should we ask the man who wrote it there in the morning paperOh, yeah, somebody help me sing nowLa, la, la, la, la, laLa, la, la, la, la, laLa, la, la, la, la, laLaOh, yeahHey, hey, heyYesGo, go, go, cottonLa, la, la, la, la, laLa, la, la, la, la, laLa, la, laLa, la, la, la, la, lala la la la la!Go get it!La la la la la laLa la la la la laLa la la la la la laLA!Okay.