It’s not how you walk, it’s who you are. My mother told me to never grow older Don’t let them see the lines that are drawn on your face with your story it’s not a pretty sight to be. Pass your hat to the girl on the left side She’s what they want Don’t stick around and stay for the encore Like the ghost that always haunts Sing sing sister sing, Live how you live. The television tells me to keep looking younger The mirror always yells my truth I know I’m gonna see you till the day I die And for that I’ve gotta thank my youth I want to hold the face of the old me And tell her not to fear this change Beauty can lie in the way that you hold her, and to hold her is a beautiful thing. Sing sing sister sing, Live how you live.