Medley: Spilled Perfume / Let That Pony Run / Good Ones

I ain’t even gonna ask you
I can read you like a book
Girl, if I ever saw one that’s an
I can’t believe I did that look
You look like something
That the cat drug in
So I won’t kick you while you’re down
Just let me tell you, friend to friend
About a block I’ve been around
Did you really think last night
Would last forever
Did you really think that guy
Hung the moon
Right now, you hate yourself
Cuz you knew better
But there’s no use crying
Over spilled perfume
No use crying over
No use crying over
No use crying over spilled perfume
La la la la la la, la la la la la
Mary was married with children
Had the perfect suburban life
'Til her husband came clean with the help of Jim Beam
And confessed all his sins one night
Said he’d fallen in love with a barmaid
Said she made him feel reckless and young
And when he was through, what else could she do
She just let that pony run
'Cause you do what you gotta do
And you know what you know
Hang on 'til you can’t hang on
Then you learn to let go
You get what you need sometimes
But when it’s all said and done
You do what you gotta do
Then you let that pony run
Let that pony run
Ooooh-yeah
She’ll turn thirty-four this weekend
She’ll go out with her girlfriends
And 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
Even some she flirts with
But it seems like all the good ones are gone
And her momma called this morning
Said I’m worried about my baby
Said I wish you had a family of your own
She said Mom it’s not that easy
Well 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
Drink some margaritas, cut up and carry on
Oooh-yeah