Ouch!
I want to look ten years younger
Can the surgeon’s knife do that?
For my figure of youth I do hunger
The days of no wrinkles or fat
‘It will cost you a great deal of money’
The doctor said with a smile
‘I know, but I have a great fortune
And being fat can never be style
I want you to suck in my waistline,
Pull back the skin on my face
I want to look ten years younger
For like this I am a disgrace
Please make me pout like a goddess
Seductive to kiss in my youth…
Give me the truth of the scalpel
With your gloves and mask please begin
Erase and smooth out the creases
That so callously damage my skin
I want to see a new look
Whenever I gaze in the mirror
Not this withered old hag
Whose face makes me quiver in terror
Let me be once again in my twenties
Ten years older than that would be fine
Let me stand in front of the mirror
And not see a blemish or line
Please God do not let me grow old
Ageing is a curse not a gift
But with care and a fair bit of money
I can give my whole body a lift!’
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