I JUST DON'T LOOK GOOD NAKED ANYMORE Sheb Wooley, Richard Dean Feller I stepped out of the shower and caught a glimpse of myself: Bald headed, pot bellied. I thought it was somebody else. Got a look at myself in the mirror on the bathroom door. I just don't look good naked anymore. I went upstairs, turned the mirror to the bathroom wall. I hung it there when I was trim and tall. I used to grin and flex and strut 'til my arms got sore, But I just don't look good naked anymore. I used to go out with the girls. I loved them, one and all. Now, they don't get too close to me, afraid that I might fall. I went to my doctor for my annual medical exam, Standing there in the buff, when, suddenly, he said, "Man!" I said, "What is it doc? Some fatal disease? I gotta know the score." "No, you just don't look good naked anymore." Mona and me we had a dancing style; folks said it was unique. Now, it's only when we're back to back, we're dancing cheek to cheek. I went to that nude beach to have a little seaside fun, Stretched out in my birthday suit, soaking up the sun. Someone said, "There's an old white whale, washed up on the shore!" I just don't look good naked anymore. My arches fell, my waist went to hell, my butt drags on the floor, I just don't look good naked anymore. K.M.
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