I miss shaving my legs, aunt Mel tells me.
Suitors in the driveway, here to woo me.
Disused fur shawls hang in walk-ins,
and my vanity bulbs burned out.
Oh, I'd like to go out.
I am forty-one now.
The new thirty
or so I've heard.
I'm glad,
you're young.
Suitors in the driveway, here to woo me.
Disused fur shawls hang in walk-ins,
and my vanity bulbs burned out.
Oh, I'd like to go out.
I am forty-one now.
The new thirty
or so I've heard.
I'm glad,
you're young.
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