15.31 Candles
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
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 blueprints, laying marble
Build a shrine 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 years 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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