Ooh. Great song.
I’m still a girl… in a woman’s ageing body.
HEY, 6 months off 40 years married to the same man. It ages a girl :o)
I’ve never been a girly, girl. I grew up with brothers and had sons. And found myself in strange situations where there was only me to help me.
Nail varnish? A French Polish? Hair Extensions? Playing about with married men? Boob job? Botox? Lipo-suck-the-fat-out? Personal Trainer (aye, aye?)
This is man’s/trans world?
Nessun Dorma :o)