Wax is driping from the frosting of the cake. common girl buckle up, and don't hesiate.
take a deep breath, and blow 'em all away. we sang off key, and now this is turning blue. remember don't, and tell a soul, that wish it won't come true. hey the sad face, on your unlicky day.
chorusbirthday gal, did you wish yet? can you handle the turn; the candles are burning low. birthday gal, do you wish that? there wern't quite as many candles, that you had to blow.
hair falls down all around the eyes that close. she might where them earings but she won't wear the clothes. hang 'em up with all the ones that don't fit no more. i thought this was a party, common lets lighten up. no one can get a slice until we make the first cut. no, don't leave the lights down, she's running out and this is it.
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birthday gal.....make a wish..make a wish.