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 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.
