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Mar. 22nd, 2011 11:27 pmMy body is far older than my skin
In lots of places, it's gone way past sag
I wish I thought my beauty was within.
I know that vanity is called a sin
I should be grateful that I'm not a hag
My body is far older than my skin.
My hernia juts like a cooling fin
I try to hide it with a shoulder bag
I wish I thought my beauty was within.
My creaking knee makes an appalling din
And if I dance or run it starts to nag
My body is far older than my skin.
My hair's not silver – it is more like tin.
I wear a wig or wrap it in a rag
I wish I thought my beauty was within
Some people would just soak themselves in gin
Or drive around in an expensive Jag.
My body is far older than my skin
I wish I thought my beauty was within.
In lots of places, it's gone way past sag
I wish I thought my beauty was within.
I know that vanity is called a sin
I should be grateful that I'm not a hag
My body is far older than my skin.
My hernia juts like a cooling fin
I try to hide it with a shoulder bag
I wish I thought my beauty was within.
My creaking knee makes an appalling din
And if I dance or run it starts to nag
My body is far older than my skin.
My hair's not silver – it is more like tin.
I wear a wig or wrap it in a rag
I wish I thought my beauty was within
Some people would just soak themselves in gin
Or drive around in an expensive Jag.
My body is far older than my skin
I wish I thought my beauty was within.