Let’s Throw a Party!

I get nervous when the girls dress in their summer clothes And anxious when the boys wear all them button ups and sports jackets And I wore a t-shirt to a family party Everybody overreacted There comes a point when hiding out in all them Haunted hallways and hidden staircases Don't make you feel like a grown woman anymore And it's true, and I'm sorry You can feel it, you can see it in your hands and eyebrows You ain't a kid now, but, mama, don't you wish you could Lay out that summer sun just getting freckles on your daddy's Chevrolet car hood? Ooh, there comes a point When spinning 'round and walking sideways And taking ten paces Don't make you feel like it's your birthday anymore And it's true, and I'm sorry And I'm talking about my love And it's not what you're thinking of Woah Ooh, let's throw a party! Somebody's turning thirty Ooh, and we ain't looked this good Since we don't even know since when Let's throw a party! I finally made some money Ooh, and can you dig it baby? I finally dig myself again And I'm talking about my love It's not what you're thinking of Woah Ooh, let's throw a party! Somebody's turning thirty Ooh, and we ain't looked this good Since we don't even know since when Let's throw a party! I finally made some money Ooh, and can you dig it baby? I finally dig myself again Oooh my love! (My love!) Talking about my love! (My love!) Talking about my love! (My love!) My love! (My love!) My love! (My love!) Hey! And it's true, and I'm sorry! Where does it go as we grow old? Fighting for time, finding what's mine Where does it go as we grow old? Fighting for time, finding what's mine Where does it go as we grow old? Fighting for time, finding what's mine Where does it go (Where does it go?) As we grow old? (As we grow old) Fighting for time (Fighting), finding what's mine Where does it go? (As we grow old?) Fighting for time, finding what's mine