Song parody of
Let's Throw A Party!
by Sammy Rae & The Friends
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I get nervous when the girls dress in their summer clothes
And anxious when the boys where all them button ups
And sports jackets
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
It’s not what you’re thinking of
Woah
Let’s throw a party!
Somebody’s turning thirty
Ooh and we ain't looked this good
Sing 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!)
And it’s true, and I’m sorry!
Where does it go?
As we grow old?
Fighting for time, finding what’s mine
I get nervous when the girls dress in their summer clothes
And anxious when the boys where all them button ups
And sports jackets
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
It’s not what you’re thinking of
Woah
Let’s throw a party!
Somebody’s turning thirty
Ooh and we ain't looked this good
Sing 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!)
And it’s true, and I’m sorry!
Where does it go?
As we grow old?
Fighting for time, finding what’s mine
