Your body aches from all the alcohol you drank 
But you tell yourself that you're still in control 
This chick's been talking for so long about herself 
That you hope all of this listening pays off soon 
Well you heard that this was easy 
And you understand that every man has a certain set of things he has to prove 

You were only sixteen about an hour ago 
And you did not fear what you did not know 
So you went upstairs to get what you've been waiting for 
You took three deep breaths and held her hand real tight 
She whispered “take it slow" and turned off the light 
You wonder if she's done this kind of thing before 

Sixteen candles are on this bed tonight 
And with every piece of clothing you take off they die 
These sixteen candles will burn out tonight 
And the fire won't rekindle once the last flame dies 

You wake up slow but sure that something is amiss 
The light beside the bed is on, your stomach hurts, and your pants are gone 
The bits and pieces of the night fade in and out 
You just can't comprehend, so you go and ask a friend 
He said he saw you go upstairs, a girl with darkish brownish hair 
That you sort of, kind of, don't really remember 
Do you remember?