She rides in the front seat
She′s my older sister
She knows her power over me
She goes to bed an hour later than I do
When she turns the lights out
What does she think about?
And what does she do in the daylight
That makes her so great?
Oh but to be
Oh but to be
Oh but to be
I'd like to be
My older sister
She flies through the back door
She′s my older sister
She throws French phrases around the room
She has ice skates and legs that could ride in
She's wicked to all the beaming
Dreamers who lay there
Most of an evening by her fiery side
Oh but to be
I'd like to be
Please let me be
Oh let me be
My older sister
And in her black gymnastic tights
She runs into some elastic nights
Sophisticated sister sings for the soldiers of the soccer team
Their silver IDs and sororities
They tinker with love and their moralties
Oh Lord, won′t you let me be her for just one day?
Older sister
My older sister
Oh but to be
Older sister
She turns everybody′s heads
While I wear her last year's threads
With patches and stitches and a turned up hem
Oh but to be
Oh but to be
I′d like to be
Just once to be
My older sister
Writer(s): Carly E. Simon Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
