My fantasies are still fifteen, My sense of humor, eight; My back feels like it's ninety-nine Which isn't all that great. I'm fifty-nine last time I checked, But still feel like a dunce, Bewildered as I am by being Every age At once
Every Age


My fantasies are still fifteen, My sense of humor, eight; My back feels like it's ninety-nine Which isn't all that great. I'm fifty-nine last time I checked, But still feel like a dunce, Bewildered as I am by being Every age At once