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I'm 53 until the umpire yells PLAY BALL I'm 53 until the new kid steps in and tries to relieve me from moving the piano I'm 53 until 10 p.m. when I look online to see my kids have a party going on I'm 53 until I'm at the stop light next to a guy with a bigger muffler and crooked cocky hat I'm 53 until the boys call in need of a drummer I'm 53 until someone mentions ROAD TRIP I'm 53 until the young guns want to wrestle for bragging rights I'm 53 until they start a story with "Remember the time..." I'm 53 until the Red Hot Chili Peppers walk onstage I'm 53 until the college girls walk by in their summer wear my stomach drawing into my chest and my stroll revives swag as the cute one turns to say "Good morning, Sir. Can I get that door for you? I am 53.
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Apr 30, 2014
Apr 30, 2014 at 11:00 PM UTC
I'm....
I'm 53 until the umpire yells PLAY BALL I'm 53 until the new kid steps in and tries to relieve me from moving the piano I'm 53 until 10 p.m. when I look online to see my kids have a party going on I'm 53 until I'm at the stop light next to a guy with a bigger muffler and crooked cocky hat I'm 53 until the boys call in need of a drummer I'm 53 until someone mentions ROAD TRIP I'm 53 until the young guns want to wrestle for bragging rights I'm 53 until they start a story with "Remember the time..." I'm 53 until the Red Hot Chili Peppers walk onstage I'm 53 until the college girls walk by in their summer wear my stomach drawing into my chest and my stroll revives swag as the cute one turns to say "Good morning, Sir. Can I get that door for you? I am 53.
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Apr 30, 2014
Apr 30, 2014 at 11:00 PM UTC
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