No Admission For a Wrinkly Face
Five winters ago, Madison Square was cramped with wild teens
as they waited for the music to begin and blast their ears;
I also wanted to share their excitement
and sing with them while the high-heel songstress
appeared in bikini welcoming their cheers...
she gave a legendary performance drawing them like a magnet...
the delirious crowd liked the performance of " Bad Romance ".
I looked at her and felt I was rolling back the years!
Some guy stared and me and told his girlfriend with fake eyelashes,
" Who's this old guy, is he here for the concert? "
Then they chanted, " No admmission for a wrinkly face! "
" Bet, you can't be dance like us and keep up the pace! "
That insulting remark didn't bother me a bit...
they laughed, but they stopped when I showed them my fist!
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