From the recording The Sun Coming In
Lyrics
When I heard him say yes ma’am and looked over my shoulder
to figure out who he was talking to
Then it occurred to me I’m old enough to be his mother
It was a product of his raising and the truth
But that reflection in the window don’t look a bit like me
There’s silver in her hair and I feel 17
I still want someone to want me bad be the best they’ll ever have
I still want some stranger thinking I look good
I don’t know if I’ll ever grow out of this
Oh I probably should
It’s only Monday morning and I’m tired of being grown up
I miss the wild abandon of my youth
Then I hear that old song telling me it’s 5 o’clock somewhere
AndI appreciate that point of view
And that neon in the window looks like the fun to me
By the time I’ve had a round boy I feel 17
Then the day don’t seem so bad hell it’s the best I ever had
A room full of strangers is making me feel good
I don’t know if I’ll ever grow out of this
Oh I probably should
Now don’t blame me ‘cause I want my life to feel like Friday night
Don’t point your finger and tell me act my age
‘Cause desire don’t bother counting years
And there’s still this kid inside of me who never disappears
That reflection in the window don’t look a bit like me
There’s silver in her hair but I feel 17
I still want someone to want me bad
Have the best day I ever had
And drinking on Monday still feels good
I don’t know if I’ll ever grow out of this
Oh I probably should
Anne E. DeChant ©2014
One Fish Two Fish Music Publishing