the bar's getting lower

her mama always told her to hold out for a good man

sounded like a good plan all those years ago

a little house with a picket fence

simple life with a couple kids

but tonight she's just looking for a shoulder

she was hoping for pink champagne

but she'll settle for well whiskey

saw herself in a long white gown

not downtown gettin' tipsy

and that one-night stand walking through the door

ain't the marrying kind

yeah that's for sure

but she's gettin' older

and the bar's gettin' lower

her dreams are disappearing like smoke from his cigarette

she hasn't said yes