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Oh, I'm the older sister
Airbrushed to buggery
So very lovely
Oh, whoa, whoa
Oh, whoa, whoa
Well, hello, I've come across a quote
That very nearly describes me
"How can I redeem myself?"
I moan as I pick up the answerphone
Just to hear your mother complaining
"If I am nothing why did you cling on so?
What's the matter, did you have nowhere else to go?"
Like aging extras at an L.A. party
So very tarty
The sands of time shift uncomfortably
Only they can see what I can see
Oh, whoa, whoa
Oh, whoa, whoa
But when it comes to aging gracefully
It's impossible for the likes of me
You'd probably murder me if I mentioned surgery
Or anything of that nature
So moving right along
I hope you're listening to my song
I hear you never got my letter
Well, this is better
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