I'm tired of this face of mine
I think I'll have to change it
I'll plump my lips, slim my chin
Debag my eyes and smooth my skin.
One night after wining and dining
He said he thought we should try
'For a baby, it will be awesome
And your clock is ticking on by'
This year I turned sixty
So what? you might say
It's only a number, just one more day.
But sixty is old it makes me feel sad
I quite often wonder
At night when I'm in bed
Why lots of stupid, silly things
Go racing through my head
Will you remember me when I die?
Will you speak my name and cry?
Will you shed a tear then quickly move on?
Will you still love me when I'm gone?