I look into the mirror br By accident these days br For it’s not my own reflection br That meets my startled gaze br Instead an ageing woman br Stares back into my face br With sagging tired complexion br That can’t keep up the pace br Of someone ten years younger br Who doesn’t need much sleep br And eats and drinks and parties br Without falling in a heap br And I’ve bought all the cosmetics br For anti ageing skin br But they’ve not made any difference br I should chuck them in the bin br And go and get a face-lift br Some subtle tucks and nips br A bit of liposuction br To loose these bloody hips br And while I’m on the subject br (I’m going to have to swear) br ‘cause forty is an “F” word br And we can’t all be like “Cher”.