Am I looking pulled down these days?
Am I losing my youthful glaze?
Perhaps it’s the weather that’s causing me to braise,
Or is it just my age that on my face seems to braze?
Well I have to do something about it,
More than one has mentioned it,
Some suggest the salon some the Zumba,
I think I do like the idea of some samba,
Well there was a time,
A time when I was at my prime,
When there was music and dance,
Much laughter and romance,
When I used to groove to numbers by Santana,
Sway away to beats as if they were manna,
Those were the times when I didn’t worry about the glaze,
Just focused on having fun and setting the floor ablaze