Mama never said that there'd be days like this
How could she know, the way it would go?
Mama wouldn't guess the kind of stress I'd find
In these modern times, the mess in my mind
Too many choices, all making noises
The lines are getting blurred
I'm hearing voices in my head
That mama never heard
I can't stop shopping around
What am I looking for?
I can't stop shopping around
Wishing for something more
Than I can put my finger on
The good old days are gone
How can a girl be sure and settle down
When I can't stop
I can't stop shopping around
I come home at night and drink a glass of wine
I party down with no one around
I expected more and I expected less
I never choose, so I never lose
Give me a break I made a mistake
A mistake, a mistake was made
I'm getting older, I'm getting wiser
But am I getting laid?