All The Good Ones Are Gone

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
 Everday there's guys she works with
 And even some she flirts with
 But is seems like all the good ones are gone
 Chorus
 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
 But you 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
 Now there just aren't any
 It seems like all the good ones are gone
 Chours
 She'll Turn thirty-four this weekend
 She'll go out with her girlfriends
 They'll drink some margaritas,
 Cut up and carry on