It's not the end of the world if he's younger.
It won't show. No one need know.
It's not the end of the world. Not for ages.
I won't let, that worry me yet.
I know he'll still be young
when I'm over the hill,
and his fascination will soon turn to boredom.
There's nothing in common
that his friends and I have to share.
I don't care.
It's not the end of the world if I love him.
What's a few, birthday's or two.
It's not the end of the world if he loves me.
Is he though, too young to know?
It's not the end of the world if we try.
If it's the end of the world, then goodbye.