She'll turn thirty-four this weekend   She'll go out with her girlfriends   They'll drink some margaritas, cut up and carry on   There'll be guys and there'll be come ons   She'll probably get hit on   But she thinks all the good ones are gone      She's got friends down at the office   And she can't help but notice   That when the day is over, how they all hurry home   Every day there's guys she works with   And even some she flirts with   But it seems like all the good ones are gone      And her mama called this mornin'   Said I'm worried about my baby   I wish you had a family of your own   She said mom it's not that easy   You make it sound so simple   She can't take the first man that comes along      Once she had someone who loved her   Back when she was younger   Now she wonders if she held out a little bit too long   Back then there were so many   But now there just aren't any   It seems like all the good ones are gone      And her mama called this mornin'   Said I'm worried about my baby   I wish you had a family of your own   She said mom it's not that easy   You make it sound so simple   She can't take the first man that comes along      She'll turn thirty-four this weekend   She'll go out with her girlfriends   They'll drink some margaritas, cut up and carry on