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Poor girl, poor girl
downhearted and depressed
and in a spin
poor boy, poor boy
oh youth can really do a fellow in
how lovely to sit here in the shade
with none of the woes of man and maid
i'm glad i'm not young anymore
the rivals that don't exist at all
the feeling you're only two feet tall
i'm glad that i'm not young anymore
no more confusion
no morning after surprise
no self delusion
that when you're telling those lies
she isn't wise
the tiny remark that tortures you
the fear that your friends won't like her too
i'm glad i'm not young anymore
the longing to end your stale affair
until you find out he doesn't care
i'm glad that i'm not young anymore
no more frustration
no star crossed lover am i
no aggravation
just one reluctant reply
thank you
goodbye
and even if love comes through the door
the kind that goes on forevermore
forevermore is shorter than before
oh i'm so glad
that i'm not young
anymore
the fountain of youth is dull as paint
methuselah is my patron saint
i've never been so comfortable before
oh i'm so glad
that i'm not young
anymore