Dating after 50

I walked into the bar and... and I knew which one she was
A member of the choir, I guess she came straight from mass
And years of lonely breakfasts with donuts for company
I figured she'd have been more at ease with her book-club ladies

He walked into the door and... and I was already bored
V-neck and button-down, bald head, fake confidence
Another evening of mansplaining, boy do I know the score
Don't they get when it comes to dating, less is more?

But I don't want to die alone
I don't want to get old
Without a hand to hold
No, I don't want to grow old alone
And if he's all that I can get
If she could be my own
In our second-hand market
I'll keep at it 'till love has grown

Guess I was no beauty queen
I never was a stud
But I did fit in those jeans
But youth was my cover-up
No wrinkles, hair not gray
Went to the gym and ran
Hormones sent men my way
Look at me see a man
Gravity got the best of me,
Gravity's got the best of me
Pushup bras for dignity
My sack down to my knees
No longer prime that's why he dumped me
No hair, beer belly, no wonder she dumped me
And I'm so lonely

But I don't want to die alone
I don't want to get old
Without a hand to hold
No, I don't want to grow old alone
And if he's all that I can get
If she could be my own
In our second-hand market
Lord, I don't want to grow old alone