WHO'S THAT LADY IN THE MIRROR?

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Who's that lady in the mirror looking back at me?

I don't know who the hell that is, it certainly can't be me

She does look quite familiar though, whoever can she be?

I go and fetch my glasses and blow me, so does she!

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I know I've seen her face before, I move in cautiously

She looks surprised to see me and glares back brazenly

Her eyes are creased with wrinkles, her neck hangs saggily

She must be knocking 80, I'm not yet 63

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Now I come to think of it, she looks just like my mum

Oh bloody hell, it must be me - she said this day would come!