Intro: [G] [E7] [A] [D] [G]
[G]You spend your twenties feeling that you're [E7]walking on the ceiling
And you [A]party like you're [D]eight feet[G] tall
You say [G]working's for the birds, chasing d[E7]reams and miniskirts,
From [A]here, every[D]thing seems [G]small
[G]Then thirties come around and you [E7]finally feel the ground
Look aro[A]und and may[D]be start p[G]lanning
For what the [G]future holds and though you're f[E7]ar from old
You mois[A]turize and spend [D]less time [G]tanning
You're [C]hanging over but you're hanging in,
You're s[G]tarting to look like all of [E7]your friends
Conv[A]ersations turning from rock and roll
To [D]kids and [G]politics and how much [D]money you owe
Got [G]bags under your eyes, bigger [E7]hips and bigger thighs,
You got [A]places that you ca[D]n't even i[G]tch
You can [G]nip it, tuck it, squeeze it but you're [E7]never gonna beat it,
'cause [A]gravity[D]'s a [G]bitch
[G] [E7] [A] [D] [G] [E7] [A] [D] [G]
[G]Forty's kinda boring and you [E7]spend your time ignoring
The [A]things you don't [D]see so cl[G]ear
Your [G]reflection in the glass is gonna [E7]knock you on your ass,
You wonder h[A]ow the hell'd it g[D]et down he[G]re
You're [G]happy in your fifties though [E7]things are kind of shifty,
At s[A]ixty you'll [D]find peace of[G] mind
Go to be[G]d at eight o'clock, and comb your [E7]hair if you've still got it,
'cause you're [A]almost at the [D]finish [G]line
You're [C]hanging over but you're hanging in,
You're s[G]tarting to look like all of [E7]your friends
Conv[A]ersations turning from rock and roll
To [D]kids and [G]politics and how much [D]money you owe
Got [G]bags under your eyes, bigger [E7]hips and bigger thighs,
You got [A]places that you ca[D]n't even i[G]tch
You can [G]nip it, tuck it, squeeze it but you're [E7]never gonna beat it,
'cause [A]gravity[D]'s a [G]bitch
Yeah, [A]gravity[D]'s a [G]bitch,
I'm here to tell you, gravity[A] is a b[D]itch [G]
[G]You spend your twenties feeling that you're [E7]walking on the ceiling
And you [A]party like you're [D]eight feet[G] tall
You say [G]working's for the birds, chasing d[E7]reams and miniskirts,
From [A]here, every[D]thing seems [G]small
[G]Then thirties come around and you [E7]finally feel the ground
Look aro[A]und and may[D]be start p[G]lanning
For what the [G]future holds and though you're f[E7]ar from old
You mois[A]turize and spend [D]less time [G]tanning
You're [C]hanging over but you're hanging in,
You're s[G]tarting to look like all of [E7]your friends
Conv[A]ersations turning from rock and roll
To [D]kids and [G]politics and how much [D]money you owe
Got [G]bags under your eyes, bigger [E7]hips and bigger thighs,
You got [A]places that you ca[D]n't even i[G]tch
You can [G]nip it, tuck it, squeeze it but you're [E7]never gonna beat it,
'cause [A]gravity[D]'s a [G]bitch
[G] [E7] [A] [D] [G] [E7] [A] [D] [G]
[G]Forty's kinda boring and you [E7]spend your time ignoring
The [A]things you don't [D]see so cl[G]ear
Your [G]reflection in the glass is gonna [E7]knock you on your ass,
You wonder h[A]ow the hell'd it g[D]et down he[G]re
You're [G]happy in your fifties though [E7]things are kind of shifty,
At s[A]ixty you'll [D]find peace of[G] mind
Go to be[G]d at eight o'clock, and comb your [E7]hair if you've still got it,
'cause you're [A]almost at the [D]finish [G]line
You're [C]hanging over but you're hanging in,
You're s[G]tarting to look like all of [E7]your friends
Conv[A]ersations turning from rock and roll
To [D]kids and [G]politics and how much [D]money you owe
Got [G]bags under your eyes, bigger [E7]hips and bigger thighs,
You got [A]places that you ca[D]n't even i[G]tch
You can [G]nip it, tuck it, squeeze it but you're [E7]never gonna beat it,
'cause [A]gravity[D]'s a [G]bitch
Yeah, [A]gravity[D]'s a [G]bitch,
I'm here to tell you, gravity[A] is a b[D]itch [G]
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