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She'll turn thirty-four this weekend |
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She'll go out with her girlfriends |
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They'll drink some margaritas |
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Cut up and carry on |
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There'll be guys and there'll be come ons |
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She'll probably get hit on |
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But she thinks all the good ones are gone |
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She's got friends down at the office |
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And she can't help but notice |
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That when the day is over |
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How they all hurry home |
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Everday there's guys she works with |
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And even some she flirts with |
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But is seems like all the good ones are gone |
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Her mama called this mornin' |
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Said I'm worried about my baby |
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I wish you had a family of your own |
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She said mom it's not that easy |
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You make it sound so simple |
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But you can't take the first man that comes along |
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Once she had someone who loved her |
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Back when she was younger |
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Now she wonders if she held out |
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A little bit too long |
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Back then there were so many |
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Now there just aren't any |
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It seems like all the good ones are gone |
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Her mama called this mornin' |
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Said I'm worried about my baby |
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I wish you had a family of your own |
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She said mom it's not that easy |
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You make it sound so simple |
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But you can't take the first man that comes along |
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She'll turn thirty-four this weekend |
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She'll go out with her girlfriends |
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They'll drink some margaritas, |
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Cut up and carry on |
