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Looking in my mirror, that's magnified
I see some wrinkles, looking right at me
As I touch my face, with a soft washcloth
I wipe some tears, because...
I know the years are here
My hair, that once was brown
As I move my head, side to side
Is now... thin and greying
Ohh.. Mother Nature, Why, Why, Why?
The frowns, as I squint
As I laugh and cry
I know it takes... many years
To make it look this way
My skin now dry, that once was soft
And... now those sun spots, that just won't stop
My face has fallen, my boobs have dropped
I have no waistline, it must be the pop
My joints do hurt, my feet has corns
My clothes don't fit
I hope I'm not... the only one
That looks like this
Ohh... Mother Nature, Why, Why, Why?
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