I want to grow old, but not like this
To stay sexy and smooth, silky and soft
Being young and hip dancing in a
Friend’s loft, that’s how I want it to be

Flirting, laughing and hanging with a Bo
Nimble and simple and so fresh to hold.
It is not my reality, but it is how
I REALLY want it to be

Morning after morning more lines do appear
Spots and stretching’s, my foe is the mirror
Ah, I want to grow old, but not like this
Count your blessing I’m told, Oh go take a piss!

I protest! Please stop this constant rot
White hair everywhere the satin is lost
Bags beneath my eyes and skin that dips
Thinking about injections deep into my lips

Thinning skin exposes the truth
Connecting the dots was a game of my youth
Daily I stare at the passage of time
Hey lady, please step towards the back of the line

Ah, I want to grow old, but not like this.
I dearly desire a youthful kiss
Perhaps that’s what I need to forget this crap
I’m going to find myself a strapping young chap!