Your body aches from all the alcohol you drank    But you tell yourself that you’re still in control    This chick’s been talking for so long about herself    That you hope all of this listening pays off soon    Well you heard that this was easy    And you understand that every man has a certain set of things he has to prove       You were only sixteen about an hour ago    And you did not fear what you did not know    So you went upstairs to get what you’ve been waiting for    You took three deep breaths and held her hand real tight    She whispered “take it slow" and turned off the light    You wonder if she’s done this kind of thing before       Sixteen candles are on this bed tonight    And with every piece of clothing you take off they die    These sixteen candles will burn out tonight    And the fire won’t rekindle once the last flame dies       You wake up slow but sure that something is amiss    The light beside the bed is on, your stomach hurts, and your pants are gone    The bits and pieces of the night fade in and out    You just can’t comprehend, so you go and ask a friend    He said he saw you go upstairs, a girl with darkish brownish hair    That you sort of, kind of, don’t really remember    Do you remember?