Lamp Oil of Youth AI Song
Music Created by AI Song Generator of Style guitar, piano, violin, haunting
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
When I was young, my room was down the hall
The bathroom stood between my door and hers
At night we’d sneak to drink, but heard the call
Our parents shouting, "Get back in your bed!"
A closet by my door, a place to hide
With jugs all stacked upon the closet floor
We thought it must be water stored inside
So we would drink our fill and sneak some more
[Pre-Chorus]
Years went by, we both grew tall and fine
But something strange was happening with time
[Chorus]
We drank lamp oil, we didn’t have a clue
Now our skin is soft, and we barely grew
No wrinkles, no lines, no age on our face
Lamp oil youth, eternal in our place
Soft hands, no prints, we’re smooth as we can be
Maybe that lamp oil holds eternity
[Verse 2]
We told our folks one day, and laughed aloud
"Remember all those jugs?" we said with pride
They looked at us confused, and then they bowed
"That wasn’t water, only lamp oil inside."
For years we sipped it quietly at night
We thought we found a treasure for ourselves
But somehow it has kept us looking right
That lamp oil’s magic sits upon our shelves
[Pre-Chorus]
Now we’re older, but we look so young
Lamp oil youth, the mystery’s begun
[Chorus]
We drank lamp oil, we didn’t have a clue
Now our skin is soft, and we barely grew
No wrinkles, no lines, no age on our face
Lamp oil youth, eternal in our place
Soft hands, no prints, we’re smooth as we can be
Maybe that lamp oil holds eternity
[Bridge]
Now when I look into the mirror’s view
I thank that closet, clear as skies so blue
We snuck around and found the key to life
That lamp oil youth has kept away the strife
[Chorus]
We drank lamp oil, we didn’t have a clue
Now our skin is soft, and we barely grew
No wrinkles, no lines, no age on our face
Lamp oil youth, eternal in our place
Soft hands, no prints, we’re smooth as we can be
Maybe that lamp oil holds eternity
[Outro]
So here’s to nights we snuck and had our fill
Of lamp oil youth, we’re living with no bill
No need for creams or magic lotions here
We’ve got lamp oil, the secret to our cheer