Medley: Spilled Perfume / Let That Pony Run / Good Ones - Pam Tillis

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