MID-LIFE CRISIS

Well the face in the mirror don't look like me

There's skin on my head where my hair used to be

Can't fit in to my last years clothes

Can't touch my navel or see my toes

No point in bizarre disguises

I won't win no beauty prizes

Get used to these extra sizes

I'm happy with my mid-life crisis

No matter what I wear my belt's too tight

And I wake up fvev times every night

Just three red wines, alcoholic haze

And the hangover lasts for days and days

Got to make some sacrifices

Keep away from food with spices

I don't need no extra vices

I'm happy with my mid-life crisis

Well my blood pressures up, but my old fella's down

My libido's dragging on the ground

No point in adult hide and seek

Cause the flesh is useless and the spirit is weak

Don't want no girls with fancy prices

Bringing afternoon surprises

Leave me to my own devices

I'm happy with my mid-life crisis.

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