(Matraca Berg) I guess you had to be there, she said, you had to be She handed me a yellowed photograph And then said, See This was my greatest love, my one and only love And this is me Back when we were beautiful, see I don't feel very different, she said, I know it's strange I guess I've gotten used to these little aches and pains But I still love to dance, you know we used to dance The night away Back when we were beautiful, beautiful, yes I hate it when they say I'm aging gracefully I fight it every day I guess they never see I don't like this at all What's happening to me To me But I really love my grandkids, she said, they're sweet to hold They would have loved their grandpa Those awful jokes he told You know sometimes for a laugh, the two of us would act Like we were old Back when we were beautiful, beautiful, yes But I guess you had to be there...