Lyrics

I ain't even gonna ask you I can read you like a book Girl, if I ever saw one that's an I can't believe I did that look You look like something That the cat drug in So I won't kick you while you're down Just let me tell you, friend to friend About a block I've been around Did you really think last night Would last forever Did you really think that guy Hung the moon Right now, you hate yourself Cuz you knew better But there's no use crying Over spilled perfume No use crying over No use crying over No use crying over spilled perfume La la la la la la, la la la la la --- Mary was married with children Had the perfect suburban life 'Til her husband came clean with the help of Jim Beam And confessed all his sins one night Said he'd fallen in love with a barmaid Said she made him feel reckless and young And when he was through, what else could she do She just let that pony run 'Cause you do what you gotta do And you know what you know Hang on 'til you can't hang on Then you learn to let go You get what you need sometimes But when it's all said and done You do what you gotta do Then you let that pony run Let that pony run Ooooh-yeah --- She'll turn thirty-four this weekend She'll go out with her girlfriends And 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 Every day there's guys she works with Even some she flirts with But it seems like all the good ones are gone And her momma called this morning Said I'm worried about my baby Said I wish you had a family of your own She said Mom it's not that easy Well you make it sound so simple She can't take the first man that comes along She'll turn thirty-four this weekend She'll go out with her girlfriends Drink some margaritas, cut up and carry on Oooh-yeah