You spend your twenties feeling that youre walking on the ceiling and you party like youre eight feet tall You say workings for the birds, chasing dreams and miniskirts, from here, everything seems small Then thirties come around and you finally feel the ground Look around and maybe start planning for what the future holds and though youre far from old You moisturize and spend less time tanning [Chorus] Youre hanging over but youre hanging in, youre starting to look like all of your friends Conversations turning from rock and roll to kids and politics and how much money you owe Got bags under your eyes, bigger hips and bigger thighs, you got places that you cant even itch You can nip it, tuck it, squeeze it but youre never gonna beat it, cause gravitys a bitch Fortys kinda boring and you spend your time ignoring the things you dont see so clear Your reflection in the glass is gonna knock you on your ass, you wonder how the helld it get down here Youre happy in your fifties though things are kind of shifty, at sixty youll find peace of mind Go to bed at eight oclock, and comb your hair if youve still got it, cause youre almost at the finish line [Chorus] Youre hanging over but youre hanging in, youre starting to look like all of your friends Conversations turning from rock and roll to kids and politics and how much money you owe Got bags under your eyes, bigger hips and bigger thighs, you got places that you cant even itch You can nip it, tuck it, squeeze it but youre never gonna beat it, cause gravitys a bitch Yeah, gravitys a bitch, Im here to tell you, gravity is a bitch
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