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Here's the story Of a lady Led a life based on looks Was a prom queen When a teen Proper posture but no head for books Now it's later And she hates her Self yet self is pride Too many years Before the mirror Looking at the out instead of inside You can't buy back youth Now matter what your wealth To the wrinkled face of truth Just say, "What the health!" Here's a story Of a lonely Guy passed his prime Never married Or varied His lifestyle or his time Now it's later And our saver Of time has nothing to show But a gold watch That has lost touch With fifty years he don't know You can't buy back youth Now matter what your wealth To the wrinkled face of truth Just say, "What the health!"