It's probably true That quite unlike you There are things I cannot do. It's probably right That if it feels tight I gotto put up a fight. It's probably best If I just confessed I'm no girl, 'nuff said. I can't have it all And still stay small. So, no more gentle strolls To target those rolls. I got to really stride And yes, move that hide Gotto run, break a sweat Or believe you me, I fret That weight loss goals Won't be met. Can't eat my cake Without a bellyache. Chocolates? It's like this you see I love 'em, but I also get acne. Yes, even at my age. Life really is strange. Hot pants? Er, not for me, With lycra, maybe. But a celeb I'm not For pants that short Fitted jeans more my thing To add that infinitesimal zing. If you must know I'm a girl no more. I'm all woman now Come into my own, and how! My age? You want to gauge A woman of a certain age? Oh, please don't compel You see, a lad...
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