Your body aches from all the alcohol you drank 

But you tell yourself that you're still in control 

This chick's been talking for so long about herself 

That you hope all of this listening pays off soon 

Well you heard that this was easy 

And you understand that every man has a certain set of things he has to prove 



You were only sixteen about an hour ago 

And you did not fear what you did not know 

So you went upstairs to get what you've been waiting for 

You took three deep breaths and held her hand real tight 

She whispered “take it slow" and turned off the light 

You wonder if she's done this kind of thing before 



Sixteen candles are on this bed tonight 

And with every piece of clothing you take off they die 

These sixteen candles will burn out tonight 

And the fire won't rekindle once the last flame dies 



You wake up slow but sure that something is amiss 

The light beside the bed is on, your stomach hurts, and your pants are gone 

The bits and pieces of the night fade in and out 

You just can't comprehend, so you go and ask a friend 

He said he saw you go upstairs, a girl with darkish brownish hair 

That you sort of, kind of, don't really remember 

Do you remember?