Getting Old

Getting Old I used to look so young and slim I could wear anything I chose now I buy from tent shops it's the only way to get clothes I can't rise without a noise the ground feels so far away my bones creak and groan as upwards I sway These days I like to sit and read before I could run and play I would dance all night given half a chance now I just sit and decay My hair turned grey long ago I nap now maybe twice a day many things are different now as I reach another birthday But in my mind nothings changed I'm still that young girl inside a little wiser hopefully just with a bigger backside I see her in the mirror still as I stand there and apprise she's a little hidden now but just gaze into my eyes That's where the girl is still who loved to party night and day you only see my age now but the girl is here to stay Ok, maybe I'm slower now but I can still party with the best just have me home by tea time so I can have a rest.