Is there room for one more at the singles bar?

Have been working up the courage all year

I pull off my ring as I push my way in

Won't be needing it here



Can you guess my age in this life?

Who'll be taking me home tonight?



So pour me one more at the singles bar

To numb all the pain I've endured

I lay on my back for a Hollywood wax

I'm stripped and I'm French manicured



Can you guess my age in these jeans?

Can you tell me what any of this means?



I'm not a teenager anymore

I wish you'd help me out of this mess

I wish you'd help me out of this dress

And let it fall down to the floor

Oh, I want more

What I came here for



I'm back here once more at the singles bar

It's become my regular haunt

I think I'm resigned to take what I find

I can't get what I want



And can you tell how long I've been here?

Can you smell the fear?