You clasp my hands And turn me 'round So there is little space Between our mouths You're silver, but balding And darkly handsome I see your eyes have smiled Many more years than mine Food for fantasy I feel you very privately Food for fantasy In a world without privacy You clasp my hands And turn me 'round So there is little space Between our mouths You're silver, but balding And darkly handsome I see your eyes have smiled Many more years than mine Food for fantasy I feel you very privately Food for fantasy In a world without privacy