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You left me in the bar for the skirt with the acoustic guitarShe's got such promise and boy you'd like to see what she can do.Your dinner is fast, you're gonna be a mentor, gonna make makemake a mother shape or reinvent her, uh-huh.She follows all your work got a fucking kitty on her shirtyou told your god you worn out soul only one step from losing control.You know 31 candles don't a woman makeYou didn't never give me nothin' always take take take uh-huhThought your package was for me, christ i should have known betteryou couldn't even face me, you wrote me in a letter uh,huh.Come on over honey, grab your pants and get your shit,she's drawing blueprings, laying marble, build a shring around your dick.Blow up the balloons take out the ribbons in her hairshe'll be a woman soon god forbid self possessed and self awarestroke her supple skin, you know she may not fare as well as me,i'm thinking 5 more yaers to go uh,huh.No you never met my mother, you're so much for the betterbut you'd say fuck me if you saw her in a sweater, uh,huh.31 candles do not a woman makeyou lick the salt off all your wounds andlick the icing off my cake. From Letras Mania