before its all a lonely memory

The things that have time can wait

Every woman on earth is my mistress; don't get mad when you on top and I throw you to the side when my number one woman calls; I ain't stupid, I know if I smelled like s**t tommorow, she will still be here like she is today.
The caller ID reads, Grandma.
That's my Grandma ;
And since I can't find the fountain of youth,
I give her time I don't have, like a poor soul giving money to a rich man.
Her love has truth, but that doesn't mean I under value your efforts; I know you love me too darling, otherwise you wouldn't be here, showing me the naked truth.
Its just that with her, I have over twenty years of proof...
Deep down I know Her love is due.
Before it's all a lonely memory