Sweet

Verse 1:
I woke up to the sound of “Poker Face,” both of them in a row
The sun rose up around 6:34
With no communication to the world I could finally think straight
A summer day unlike the one I’ve never had before
The low that day was 51 degrees
I went outside to shoot the breeze
And wrote this song among the trees
Never at a loss for words
It was the day of my sweet sixteen
Not a boy, nor a man, but somewhere in between
The morning so blissfully serene
The sound that of only the birds

Chorus:
Today was my Sweet, Sweet Sweet, Sweet Sixteen
More than average Sweet, Sweet Sweet, Sweet Sixteen
Today was my Sweet, Sweet Sweet, Sweet Sixteen
It was pretty Sweet, Sweet Sweet, Sweet Sixteen

Verse 2: (Spoken)
The sky was cloudy most of the day
With spots that the sun shone through
We went outside to play two rounds of croquet
Making up our own rules that no one knew
A little girl was hit by a golf ball in the face
Then she sprayed everyone with silly string
Creating memories that can never fade
Making my rounds to that family I had never seen

Chorus:
Today was my Sweet, Sweet Sweet, Sweet Sixteen
More than average Sweet, Sweet Sweet, Sweet Sixteen
Today was my Sweet, Sweet Sweet, Sweet Sixteen
It was pretty Sweet, Sweet Sweet, Sweet Sixteen

Verse 3:
The only picture taken of me
Wrapped in a blanket, falling out of a stool
That’s always how I want to be remembered
Acting, Laughing like a fool
A high of 71
The afternoon passed by so fun
It was over as fast as it begun
The sun going down at 7:29
And as that sun did descend
It’s no longer time to pretend
My childhood’s nearly at an end
It’s the beginning of the rest of my life
But as for now…

Chorus:
Today was my Sweet, Sweet Sweet, Sweet Sixteen
More than average Sweet, Sweet Sweet, Sweet Sixteen
Today was my Sweet, Sweet Sweet, Sweet Sixteen
It was pretty Sweet, Sweet Sweet, Sweet Sixteen

Verse 4: (Spoken)
A child born at 12:48 in the afternoon
His mother went into labor on Labor Day
It was September ’93 about 6 weeks too soon
And he arrived that following Tuesday
Orange became his favorite color
Tiramisu and Piña Coladas his favorite treat
A child of Mariah Carey’s “Dreamlover”
Not “I Gotta Feeling” the Black Eyed Peas

Chorus:
Today was my Sweet, Sweet Sweet, Sweet Sixteen
More than average Sweet, Sweet Sweet, Sweet Sixteen
Today was my Sweet, Sweet Sweet, Sweet Sixteen
It was pretty Sweet, Sweet Sweet, Sweet Sixteen
Today was my Sweet, Sweet Sweet, Sweet Sixteen
More than average Sweet, Sweet Sweet, Sweet Sixteen
Today was my Sweet, Sweet Sweet, Sweet Sixteen
It was pretty Sweet, Sweet Sweet, Sweet Sixteen