She'll turn thirty-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 Everday there's guys she works with And even some she flirts with But is seems like all the good ones are gone Her mama called this mornin' 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 But you can't take the first man that comes along Once she had someone who loved her Back when she was younger Now she wonders if she held out A little bit too long Back then there were so many Now there just aren't any It seems like all the good ones are gone Chours She'll Turn thirty-four this weekend She'll go out with her girlfriends They'll drink some margaritas, Cut up and carry on