I'm One Year Away From 70 And

My Sister And I Were Born In San Francisco. When Our Parents Died, We Came Down Here To Live With Relatives.

In My Mind And In My Heart, I Feel Okay. I Cannot Complain That I Haven't Lived Long Enough, But I'd Like To Live Longer.

Whenever I Run Into Prejudice. I Smile And Feel Sorry For Them, And I Say To Myself, There's One More Argument For Birth Control.

Wasted Days And Wasted Nights, It's About Days Very Wrongly Invested In A Love Affair.

I'm One Year Away From 70 And I've Had A Good Run. I Really Believe I'm Okay.