Where They Didn’t Used To Grow

I am a little scared
I cannot lie
About what will happen
Later in life
It is quite confusing
I’m guessing it’s cold
Maybe, I really don’t want to know
Why as a man grows old
He will need extra hairs
Where they didn’t used to grow

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