| I’m 45 and single
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| Yeah, and I’m ready to hit the town
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| Gonna make myself some brand new friends
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| From the younger, hipper crowd
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| Down the hoppin' little place
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| With hotties, hot as hot can be
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| Well things were lookin' pretty good
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| Till the bouncer carded me
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| He said, «Whoa, there partner!
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| Hate to tell you this my friend
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| But I’m afraid you’re just too old
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| And I can’t let you in»
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| So I got a fake I.D.
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| Says I’m 23
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| No one’ll never know
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| I’m this damn old
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| Gonna use a little Photoshop
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| Put a little more hair on top
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| You’re gonna see a younger me
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| With my fake I.D.
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| So now I’m hittin' every bar in town
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| And man I’m on a roll
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| I got no problem gettin'
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| In any place I wanna go
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| I’ve met this girl the other night
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| She let me take her home
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| I said it’s more romantic if
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| We keep the lights down low
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| Later on she took me home
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| To meet her mom and dad
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| He said «When I was a freshman
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| Weren’t you in our senior class?»
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| Oh-oh…
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| Showed him my fake I.D.
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| Said, «No, that wasn’t me»
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| He will never know
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| I’m this damn old
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| Gonna use a little Photoshop
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| Put a little more hair on top
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| You’re gonna see a younger me
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| With my fake I.D.
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| I refuse to grow up
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| And I swear I never will
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| Age is just a number
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| No I ain’t over the hill
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| All I really need are these
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| Little blue pills
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| Yup and my fake I.D.
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| Says I’m 23
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| No one’ll never know
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| I’m this damn old
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| Gonna use a little Photoshop
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| Put a little more hair on top
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| You’re gonna see a younger me
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| Yeah with my fake I.D.
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| I was born in '93
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| No one’ll ever know
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| I’m this damn old
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| With some help from Photoshop
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| I can turn back the clock
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| They’re gonna see a younger me
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| Sometimes even I believe
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| Yeah that I’m still 23
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| With my fake I.D.
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| Yeah, that’s all I need
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| Just my fake I.D. |