She'll turn thiry-four this weekend She'll go out with her girlfriends They'll drink some margaritas, cut up and carry on There'll be guys and there'll be come ons She'll probably get hit on But she thinks all the good ones 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 the good ones are gone
Chorus: Her mama called the mornin' Said I'm worried 'bout my baby I wish you had a family of your own She said mom its not that easy You make it sound so simple But you can't take the first man that come along
Once she had someone who loved her Back when she was younger Now she wonders if she held out A little too long Back then there were so many Now there just aren't any It seems like all the good ones are gone
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She'll turn thiry-four this weekend She'll go out with her girlfriends They'll drink some margaritas, cut up and carry on