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When I was in my younger days, I needn't hold my tummy in. To wear a belted dress, I would always look so slim.
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 pantyhose? They're sized by weight you see. So how come when I put them on, The crotch is at my knees?
I need to wear these glasses, As the prints were getting smaller. And it wasn't very long ago, I know that I was taller.
Though my hair has turned to silver, And my skin no longer fits. On the inside, I'm the same old me, Just the outside's changed a bit.
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