She'll turn thirty-four this weekend She'll go out with her girlfriends
And drink some margaritas Cut up and carry on
A OPEN
She'll probably be hit on
But she thinks all the good one are gone.
She's got friends down at the office And she can't help but notice
That when the day is over how they all hurry home
Everyday there's guys she works with and even some she flirts with
But it seems like all the good ones are gone.
Then her momma called this morning Said I'm worried about my baby
I wish you had a family of your own
She said, "Mom, it's not that easy. You make it sound so simple.
You can't take the first man that comes along
When she had someone who loved her Back when she was younger
She wonders if she held out a little bit too long
Back then there were so many And now there just aren't any
Seems like all the good ones are gone
go to chorus
She'll turn thirty-four this weekend She'll go out with her girlfriends
And drink some margaritas Cut up and carry on