Aged
(26 November 2000) 2000 by Kristi Martel

Please, don't ask me how old I am.
I'm as young as you think I am
and as old as you want me to be.

old soul
young at heart
thick-skinned
baby face and youthful grace

Does the number tell you anything at all?
Does the number tell you anything? (little old number)
Does the number tell you anything at all?
Does the number tell you anything? (little old number)

J'ai dix-sept ans.
J'ai trent-deux ans.
J'ai vingt-cinq ans.
J'ai quatorze ans.

Please, don't ask me how old I am.
I will be older tomorrow.
I was younger this morning.

You see what you want to anyway!
You see what you want!
You see what you want anyway!
You see what you want!

What makes a poor baby older than a rich one?
What makes a girlchild older than a boy?
What makes you think more or less of me
based on that little old number?
And why does it matter more to you than if I were a man?

Doesn't she look good for her age?
She doesn't look 40 at all!
Not a day older than 35!
And what if I am?
What if I am?

So please, don't ask me how old I am.
I'm as old as you think I am
and as young as you want me to be.

old soul
young at heart
thick-skinned
baby face and youthful grace

Does the number tell you anything at all?
Does the number tell you anything? (little old number)
You see what you want to anyway!
You see what you want!




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