My eyes are baggin’ and my skin is saggin’,
And if that’s the reason that you don’t love me,
Then maybe that’s not love.
My hair is gray and I like it that way.
And if that’s the reason that you don’t love me,
Then maybe that’s not love.
If you don’t think I hung the moon, my hot just turned to cold.
If you want a younger model, I wish you well, sweet pea.
‘cause if you can’t see what it is you have,
Then you ain’t having me.
And my thighs kinda jiggle when I giggle or wiggle,
And if that’s the reason that you don’t love me,
Then maybe that’s not love.
It’s a little poochy, but I still Hoochy Koochy,
And if that’s the reason that you don’t love me,
Then maybe that’s not love.
If he has the smarts to see how hot that I still am.
If you want a younger model, I wish you well, sweet pea.
If you can’t see what it is you have,
Then you ain’t having me.
It makes a double chin whenever I grin,
And if that’s the reason that you don’t love me,
Then maybe that’s not love.
Pert near down all the way to my nest,
And if that’s the reason that you don’t love me,
Then maybe that’s not love.
If you don’t think I hung the moon, my hot just turned to cold.
If you want a younger model, I wish you well, sweet pea.
’cause if you can’t see what it is you’ve got,
You ain’t getting me.
Older ladies, older ladies, older ladies… what are we ladies? We’re DIVINE!