[Instrumental Intro] [Verse 1] She has the wind in her hair, she walks with confidence, she wears a perfume that as the smell of spring. You can hear her coming a mile away, her laughter is contagious. [Verse 2] I often wonder in this day and age, why all women past their prime, still consider themselves a prize to be won. The magic of filters and Photoshop shines in theses moments. [Guitar Solo] [Chorus] Aesthetic treatments, Botox, tanning salon, manicure and pedicure, lots of them go as far as dressing sexy even if they don't have that body anymore. [Verse 3] Most women past their prime try to convince themselves they don't look their age, its funny but sad at the same time when you see them trying so hard to reach failure. To be so high on their cloud and then realize that it's all over and come crashing down. [Instrumental Outro]