(carly simon/peter wood)
He started a company
When he was a young man
Handsome, and like a reed so tall
With a face like an old photograph
She would fall for him
Fall for him
She would fall
She wore her mother
With saddle shoes
She was pretty and she was small
She worked the switchboard
Down the hall from him
Down the hall
Chorus:
He said:
She said:
And that was how the wooing
And the winning began
He said:
She said:
Of course new york in those days
Was carriage rides and matinees
He took her to a ball
At the waldorf astoria
He would fall for her
Fall for her, he would fall
Chorus
You could hear them laugh
As they danced in their room
And the shadows on the avenue
Rose into a jealous moon
Which swung low in the dawn like
To see what was going on with those two
You keep on expecting
Something to go wrong
And nothing does
They still live in the house
Where we were born
Pictures of us kids
Hanging up all over the walls
And some say he built his empire
For wealth and toil
But, if you ask him why
He
All for her
All for her
Chorus
