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sail on girdle 3

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 1970s late-night soft rock, Lionel Richie Sail On style, gentle acoustic guitar, slow emotional build, country soul crossover, warm heartfelt tone, cinematic outro, melancholic but hopeful 
Kimberly MerrillMar 25, 2026
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Verse 1
We’ve been together since my first baby came
 In ‘87, honey, nothing’s been the same
 I carried you through thirty years of scrubs
 Through XXXL and tucks and all the rubs
 Two minutes just to shimmy you in place
 Safety pins and prayers just to keep up the pace Verse 2
I had more skin in the front than curves in the back
Honey, that ain’t exactly how I planned the track
 The hanging loose skin followed every pound I shed
 A constant reminder of the life I’d lived, she said
 Every mirror, every swimsuit, every summer I’d hide
 Tucking and layering, swallowing my pride Chorus
 Sail on, down the drawer where you belong
 Sail on, I’ve been squeezed way too long
 One hundred and eighty pounds I gave to get here
 Sixty years of living finally crystal clear
 Sail on, girdle, sail on Bridge (slower, emotional)
 I fought for decades just to find myself again
 Through the mirror’s cruel lies and the “what could have been”
 I tried everything they told me — gave it all I had
 Lost a hundred and eighty pounds through the good and the bad
 But the skin stayed behind, fifteen pounds or maybe more
 A reminder of the woman I was before
 Then Dr. Balder said, “I’ve got you — we can set you free”
And honey, that’s the moment I believed in me
 I can do anything — I know that now for sure
 Sixty-one years young and I am finally more Verse 3
Now the Spanx are in the trash and the girdle’s getting tossed
 I know what I want and I know what it cost
 Dr. Balder will do the work and the incisions will tell the tales Flat stomach, straight spine — baby, I set sail Final Chorus
Sail on, you served me well, I’ll give you that
 Sail on, but Dr. Balder’s where it’s at
 I earned this body, baby, fought for every year
 Sixty, fine, and fabulous — after healing, my best days are near. Sail on, girdle, sail on Outro (spoken, soft)
Thirty-eight years. One hundred and eighty pounds. Fifteen pounds of skin.
One surgeon. Done.
Sail on, baby. Sail on.