I get nervous when the girls dress in their summer clothes
And anxious when the boys wear all them button ups and sports jackets
And I wore a t-shirt to a family party
Everybody overreacted
There comes a point when hiding out in all them
Haunted hallways and hidden staircases
Don't make you feel like a grown woman anymore
And it's true, and I'm sorry
You can feel it, you can see it in your hands and eyebrows
You ain't a kid now, but, mama, don't you wish you could
Lay out that summer sun just getting freckles on your daddy's
Chevrolet car hood?
Ooh, there comes a point
When spinning 'round and walking sideways
And taking ten paces
Don't make you feel like it's your birthday anymore
And it's true, and I'm sorry
And I'm talking about my love
And it's not what you're thinking of
Woah
Ooh, let's throw a party!
Somebody's turning thirty
Ooh, and we ain't looked this good
Since we don't even know since when
Let's throw a party!
I finally made some money
Ooh, and can you dig it baby?
I finally dig myself again
And I'm talking about my love
It's not what you're thinking of
Woah
Ooh, let's throw a party!
Somebody's turning thirty
Ooh, and we ain't looked this good
Since we don't even know since when
Let's throw a party!
I finally made some money
Ooh, and can you dig it baby?
I finally dig myself again
Oooh my love! (My love!)
Talking about my love! (My love!)
Talking about my love! (My love!)
My love! (My love!) My love! (My love!)
Hey!
And it's true, and I'm sorry!
Where does it go as we grow old?
Fighting for time, finding what's mine
Where does it go as we grow old?
Fighting for time, finding what's mine
Where does it go as we grow old?
Fighting for time, finding what's mine
Where does it go (Where does it go?)
As we grow old? (As we grow old)
Fighting for time (Fighting), finding what's mine
Where does it go? (As we grow old?)
Fighting for time, finding what's mine