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[Intro]
I haven't been kissed since September last year
It was a man from Amarillo with a mustache and a beard
Don't recall the last time I held the hand of a loving man
I might be the loneliest girl this side of the Rio Grande

[Verse 1]
It's a whole chicken fry at a table for one
It's waking in a king size bed with the other half still done

[Chorus]
Oh my God I can't believe you're forty-one
You'd think you'd be divorced by now and done
Do you wonder back to what the Hell went wrong
If I had my chancе I bet I'd run

[Verse 2]
It's still a heavy heart without a ball and chain
No I don't drivе in the HOV lane
I don't wear a ring or a long white veil
And the grade on my report card as a woman is a fail

[Chorus]
Oh my God I can't believe you're forty-one
You'd think you'd be divorced by now and done
Do you wonder back to what the Hell went wrong
Oh but, if I had my chance
If I ever get my chance
I bet I'd still run

[Outro]
But still
I haven't been kissed since September last year
It was a man from Amarillo with a mustache and a beard
I don't recall the last time I held the hand of a loving man
I might be the loneliest girl this side of the Rio Grande

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