Writer(s): j.young/washington/v.young
Hey don’t save your kisses — just pass ’em around
You’ll find my reason — is logically sound
Who’s gonna know that you past them around
A hundred years from today
And why crave a penthouse — that’s fit for a queen
You’re nearer heaven — on mamma earth’s green
If you had millions — what would they all me
One hundred years from today
So (hey) laugh and sing — make love the thing
Be happy while you may
(’cause) there’s always one — beneath the sun
Who’s bound to make you feel that way
The moon is shining — and that’s a (very) good sign
Cling to me closer — say (that) you’ll be mine
Remember baby we won’t see it shine
A hundred years from today
A hundred years from today