The Birthday Song
Darwin Merwan Smith
Pink wax melts on chocolate icing
Your car must have been struck by lightning
This cake is wasted like my feelings
Spend birthday staring at my ceilin'
But I sure do like you, I like you
Yeah I sure do like you
Yeah I sure do like you, I like you
Yeah I sure do like you
Six hours late is almost early for the next thing
Face glowing blue up all night texting
Here the phone goes, giving you an earful
'Cause after all those times that you're not there it's a miracle
But I sure do like you, I like you
Yeah I sure do like you
Yeah I sure do like you, I like you
Yeah I sure do like you
Impossible feeling
Yeah I sure do like you, I like you
Yeah I sure do like you (I sure do like you)
Yeah I sure do like you, I like you
Yeah I sure do like you
Impossible feeling