When I was in my younger days, I weighed a few pounds less, I needn't hold my tummy in to wear a belted dress. But now that I am older, I've set my body free;
There's comfort of elastic Where once my waist would be.
Inventor of those high-heeled shoes My feet have not forgiven; I have to wear a nine now, But used to wear a seven.
And how about those blasted tights -- They're sized by weight, you see, So how come when I put them on The crotch is at my knee?
I need to wear these glasses As the print's been getting smaller; And it wasn't very long ago I know that I was taller.
Though my hair has turned to grey and my skin no longer fits, On the inside, I'm the same old me, the outside's changed a bit.
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