Lonely Girl's Lament

I haven't been kissed since September last year
It was a man from cmarillo 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

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

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 chance I bet I'd run

It's still a heavy heart without a ball and chain
No I don't drive in the HOV lane
I don't wear a ring or a long white veil
cnd the grade on my report card for a woman is a fail

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

But still
I haven't been kissed since September last year
It was a cowboy from cmarillo 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