Well dont you think my feet are slowing down.
I find it hard to lift them off the ground.
Oh! my darling dont be late I'll kiss you at the garden gate.
Dont you think my feet are slowing down.
Dont you think I know whats going on?
Now dont get mad no need to take me wrong.
You can leave me in the old folkes home.
For no more do I need to roam.
Dont you think my feet are slowing down.
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You look so lite as you dance across the floooor.
My pace makers on I think I want a little more.
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Well dont you think my eyes are growing dim?
I dont seem to know what part of the day Im in.
Please help me out for heaven sakes.
And spoon my vegies off the plate.
Dont you think my feet are slowing down.
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You look so sweet my blood pressure you ignore
My buzzers on I think I call a little more
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Well dont you think my gates a little slow.
Takes three weekes long just to get to the front of the show.
I got pulpitations in my chest and constipation you know the rest.
Dont you think my feet are slowing down.
Well dont you think my drips a liitle brown.
Topped up with scotch not easy to get it down.
Tubes and needles in my flesh Id write my will but
need to rest.
Dont you think my feet are slowing down.
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You look so lite as you dance across the floooor.
My pace makers on I think I want a little more.
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