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[Intro – spoken]
I’ll never turn twenty-five again
And God as my witness, I’ll never be Number Twenty-Five again...
[Verse 1 ]
I won’t forget Friday the 25th down at the diner booth
Sipping black coffee when Betty sat down and spilled the truth
She pulled up her sleeve, showed a horseshoe stamped in blue
With "You + Me Forever, My #1" in a brand-new tattoo
I pulled up my own sleeve right there on the spot—
Same damn horseshoe, same damn font, same red-hot lie I bought
[Chorus 1 – drums and warm electric guitar enter, wider harmonies, bitter country lift without going fully explosive]
Betty said, "Honey, I know the kind of stallion we hitched our wagons to
We ain't the first fools he branded, or the last ones through
Don't think you're special, he tells every girl the same
We're just ink-stain tally marks... we're just numbers in his game."
[Post-Chorus – instruments pull back, echoed vocal hook, haunting pedal steel answering the melody]
Twenty-five... oooh
I was just Twenty-Five...
Yeah, Twenty-Five...
[Verse 2 ]
Then in walked Debbie the milkmaid, pale and worn
She flashed her wrist—yep, same horseshoe, number three
His charm was smooth as honey, more intoxicating than rye
So I walked right past that white painted porch to look his wife dead in the eye
I laid out the horseshoes, waited for the storm to arrive
She just poured a cup of coffee: "Honey... you’re Twenty-Five."
[Chorus 2 ]
She said, "I know the kind of stallion I hitched my wagon to
You ain't the first fool he branded, or the last one through
Don't think you're special, he tells every girl the same
You're just an ink-stain tally mark... you’re Number Twenty-Five."
[Post-Chorus – big sustained chords collapse into sparse echoes, layered “oohs,” distant pedal steel]
Twenty-five... oooh
I was just Twenty-Five...
Yeah, Twenty-Five...
[Bridge ]
I should’ve walked away right then, drunk on a silver-tongued lie
'Til his 25th birthday hit, and he ghosted out in the night
Next thing I heard, he’s a city tycoon selling corporate lies for cash
Leaving three branded fools in the wreckage of his past
What in the hell was I thinking? Truth is, I wasn’t at all—
But hear me loud and clear: I will never take that fall again.
[Outro ]
Two plus five years have gone by...
Yeah, I’m sober now
The hangover’s gone, the fog cleared out
He’s playing big-city suit, running his mouth
He thinks he’s slick, thinks he got off clean
Well, enjoy your corner office, you pathetic little king
The horseshoes are off, I rebranded, made my name
And I’ll never play your Number Twenty-Five
Two plus five Grammys later...
Yeah, still pissed—and I am done.
Details
GeneratedAug 26, 2026
Duration3:59
LanguageEnglish
Style
Country, female vocal, 90 to 100 bpm, guitar
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ShellyG3
ShellyG3ModelAria v5.5
