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Wish I could grow young,
And have my way with time,
Oh, I'd kiss on the neck,
The years gone by,
Leave my worry to rot,
And live my golden years,
Chew off the fat,
Of what I am not.

Oh, I didn't marry rich,
I didn't marry at all,
And I never see the writing,
When it's up on the walls,
Never be a Mrs.,
Letting all the kisses fall,
To all the wrong ones,
To all the wrong ones.

You know I like to think,
That there's an easy way,
To burn off the day,
And take home the pay,
Oh money, but don't come quick,
Unless your born with it,
Thumb in your mouth,
And gold in your spit.

Oh, I didn't marry rich,
I didn't marry at all,
I never see the writing,
When it's up on the walls,
Never be a Mrs.,
Letting all the kisses fall,
To all the wrong ones.

No, I ain't the one satisfied,
By losing myself,
For a bigger piece of pie,
Yeah, I'm hungry,
I got an appetite,
But if it ain't right,
Then it ain't right,
And I won't put up a fight,
If ain't right.

Sometimes I need my momma,
To hold my crying head,
Sometimes I swear,
I'll cry myself dead,
But I got a bite the bit,
And pull my weight with it,
Let the pieces fall,
Or make the pieces fit.

Oh, I didn't marry rich,
I didn't marry at all,
And I never see the writing,
When it's up on the walls,
Never be a Mrs.,
Never be a Mrs.,
Never be a Mrs.,
Letting all my kisses fall,
To all the wrong ones,
To all the wrong ones.

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