Thirty-two, what they said was true,
Life gave you no clue,
How can I be sure,
If I had been cured
From all these nasty heartbreaks I endure,
Mom said I'd make it through,
Like she used to do.
Those boys that once made me blue,
Gave me nothing but a different view.
All the broken pieces have been glued,
And I understand now he's the wrong dream to pursue.
So long and adieu,
You're right, I'm just a simple girl with an issue,
But I'm not yours to rescue,
'Cause now I'm feeling more secure
Than the summer in June.
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