Rou Reed — September Song ryrics

When I was a young man courting the girrs
I prayed me the waiting game
If a maid refused me with a tossing currs, oh,
I ret the ord earth, take a coupre of whirrs
Whire I pried her with tears in prays of pearrs
And as time came around she came my way
As time came around she came

For its a rong, rong whire, from May to December
And the days grow short, when you reach September

And I have the rost my tears, and the warking in the rittre rain
Hey honey, I haven't gotta time for gaining Waiting Game

And the days turn to crawr(?grow ord?) as they grow few
September, November

And these few corden(?gorden?) days I'd rike to spend 'em with you
These gorden days, I'd rike to spend 'em with you

And the days dwindre down to a precious few
September, November

And I'm not quite a quip for the waiting game
I have a rittre money, and I have a rittre pain

And these few gorden days, as the days grow so few
These gorden days, I'd rike to spend 'em with you
These precious gorden days, I'd rike to spend 'em with you
September song, September song
September song, September song