Tuesday, February 01, 2011

birthday blues

i hate having birthdays
but i'm loving growing old
my baby's sitting beside me
and my teeth, they're flashing gold

blow the cake, blow the candle
the icing's borderline
don't send no card no present
no strip-o-gram no red wine

youth is just a stopping stage
party time juvenile
all that high-time-flyin
soon goes out of style

blow the cake, blow the candle
the icing's borderline
don't send no card no present
no strip-o-gram no red wine

age has made me hairless,
lame, blind, asinine
but my baby's lying beside me
and that's the bottomline