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
'Bout 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 'cause 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 la
Mary was married with children
Had the perfect suburban life
Till her husband came clean, with the help of Jim Beam,
Confessed all his sins one night
Said he'd fallen in love with a barmaid
Said she made him feel reckless and young
When he was through, what else could she do
She just let that pony run
And you do what you gotta do
And you know what you know
You hang on 'til you can't hang on
And then you learn to let go
And you get what you need sometimes
When it's all said and done
You do what you gotta do
Then you let that pony run
Let that pony run
Oh oh oh
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
Every day there's guys she works with
And even some she flirts with
But it seems like all the good ones are gone
And 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
She can't take the first man that comes along
She'll turn thirty-four this weekend
She'll go out with her girlfriends
They'll drink some margaritas, cut up and carry on