Age, they say, is golden, Then why ain’t I a-holdin’ A body that’s blessed, Like gorgeous Mae West’s, Who glowed even after post mortem. A woman who lived in Ronan, Could dance a mean limbo, man, Her partners grew cold, When the lady grew old, When she limped to the floor, they all ran. Great…
When I’m an old lady, I’ll live with my kids, and make their life happy and filled with such fun. I want to pay back all the joy they’ve provided; returning each deed. Oh, they’ll be so excited. When I’m an old lady and live with my kids. What Older Women Want in a Man…
Have you ever watched kids On a merry-go-round Or listened to the rain lapping on the ground? Ever followed a butterfly’s erratic flight Or gazed at the sun into the fading night? You better slow down Don’t dance so fast Time is short The music won’t last. America’s Music Cities Do you run through each…
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