This year I’m going to stop thinking I’m rubbish Because actually I’m not. I’m absolutely fabulous But somewhere down the line I think I forgot That the best friend I have Should in fact be myself I can’t expect to be last Or sadly left on the shelf. The only competition to beat Is my last personal best. Being better than others Is no fair way to test. I will do what my mind Sometimes tells me I shouldn’t. I will take unknown paths Which previously I wouldn’t. Life is short, so find courage Think hard and then choose Grab it and live it You’ve nothing to lose.
We all have days just chilling In sloppy jumpers, fluffy socks, We hide behind the sofa When the postman rings or knocks. We don’t brush our hair or moisturise, We don’t bother with foundation. The lipstick stays inside the bag, There’s no make up application. We light the fire, we get a book, The cosiest crochet blanket. Kettle on and biscuits out, Cat snoring in her basket. These home alone days must be grabbed, And cherished, loved and planned. It’s our guilty pleasure, ladies, Most men don’t understand. Recharge those tired batteries, Give your skin a rest. Snuggle down and read and snooze Until your brain has been refreshed. Order take away delivery Then settle with your book It’s not often that they all go out And you don’t have to cook. You can’t under estimate these special days Don’t miss them, don’t you dare!! Snatch them up and wring them out, The occurrence is so rare.
You’re in your twenties going out drinking with your friends. Sharing all the hangovers, thinking friendship never ends. Then one by one your journeys change Some choose family, some careers And suddenly you find yourself out of touch From those youthful party years. Be very sure you had those bonds Even though in a tipsy haze You strengthened each others girl power In those wild tight mini skirt days. And even though you live in different worlds now Those memories are respected Our friendships made us what we are We will always be connected.
You don’t need to have rhythm to dance. You don’t need to be perfect to sing. If you feel the need to do it. Don’t worry about these things.
Dance like a ballerina light as the wind Spin and float like your shoulders are winged Sing like it’s opera, chant like a monk Twerk like you have the best junk in your trunk The platform is yours, don’t sit it out. The professional skills aren’t what it’s about. It’s the freedom the joy, the feel good pretending That you’re on stage at the O2 With thousands attending. We all need to sing and we all need to dance Do it right now whilst you still have the chance.