31 Candles Songtext
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You left me in the bar for the skirt with the acoustic guitar
She'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 make
make a mother shape or reinvent her, uh-huh.
She follows all your work got a fucking kitty on her shirt
you told your god you worn out soul only one step from losing control.
You know 31 candles don't a woman make
You didn't never give me nothin' always take take take uh-huh
She'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 make
make a mother shape or reinvent her, uh-huh.
She follows all your work got a fucking kitty on her shirt
you told your god you worn out soul only one step from losing control.
You know 31 candles don't a woman make
You didn't never give me nothin' always take take take uh-huh
Thought your package was for me, christ i should have known better
you 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 hair
she'll be a woman soon god forbid self possessed and self aware
stroke 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 better
but you'd say fuck me if you saw her in a sweater, uh,huh.
31 candles do not a woman make
you lick the salt off all your wounds and
lick the icing off my cake.
you 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 hair
she'll be a woman soon god forbid self possessed and self aware
stroke 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 better
but you'd say fuck me if you saw her in a sweater, uh,huh.
31 candles do not a woman make
you lick the salt off all your wounds and
lick the icing off my cake.
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