33 by Elise Davis Lyrics

When she turned 33
She sat staring at the lights strung on the tree
Though her eyes lingered there
She felt her mother stare at her finger being bare
Another glass of wine got her feeling like calling up an old friend
During Christmas breaks from universities
He'd love her when she wanted it

She grew up pickin' apples from trees
Skinnin' her knees
Big bow in her hair and a smile to please
But now the whispers sound like screams
'Round here you're not 'sposed to be unmarried and 33

When the morning came, it was snowing
Just like Santa Claus had planned
Her younger sister sat with her baby and her hand on her husband
Another slice of pie and a hug so tight from her aunt on the other side
Sayin' she knows a man, a hardworkin' man
She thinks he'd be just right
She grew up pickin' apples from trees
Skinnin' her knees
Big bow in her hair and a smile to please
But now the whispers sound like screams
'Round here you're not 'sposed to be unmarried and 33

She kissed her family
And drove away from her hometown
She had a good childhood
But she can't stand that place now

She grew up pickin' apples from trees
Skinnin' her knees
When she left home she left behind all those 'sposed-to-bes
And now she sees 'round here
'Round here
'Round here
You can be however you wanna be