Older Sister - Carly Simon

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 'round the room

She has ice skates and legs that fit right in

She’s wicked to all the beaming dreamers

Who’ll later boast of an evening

By her fiery side

Oh but to be

Oh but to be

Oh but to be

I’d like to 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 I.D.'s and sororities

They tinker with love in their Model T’s

Oh lord, won’t you let me be her for just one day

Wa wa wa waoooooo

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