"Birthday - Aging female"

(Sung to the tune of "My Bonnie Lies over the Ocean")

My body is starting to crumble
I think it's going to pot
My fingers are starting to fumble
If I were a horse I'd be shot.
Chorus
Bring back, bring back,
Oh bring back my youth to me, to me
Bring back, Oh bring back
Don't leave me in misery

My brain cells have left on vacation
I get tired just changing my mind
My boobs are facing the wrong way
I don't want to see my behind.

I once was a hot little chickie
With curves where they ought to be
Now I look in the mirror and wonder
Could that reflection be me!

Author: 'Aija' - (kathy)
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