Birthday Gal
So, it's my birthday. Thirty-five years. I can't even comprehend this. Some days, I feel so much older and other days I can't believe how much time has passed. I was talking about the last time I had been to Busch Gardens and it was 20 years ago. TWENTY. I graduated from high school 17 years ago. I met Geoff 17 years ago. I've been in my chosen career 13 years.
14 years ago, I celebrated 21 with a newer friend and spent the next 10 years celebrating with him. He died 3 years ago, a few weeks before our birthday. It always hits me hard, but this year it hit me earlier. Last year I felt more at ease with my birthday, and this year I don't even want to think about it.
Screw cake and ice cream - I want a big bottle of wine and to listen to this song on repeat.
Come on girl buckle up, and don't hesitate.
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 unlucky day.
[Chorus:]
Birthday gal, did you wish yet?
can you handle the turn; the candles are burning low.
Birthday gal, do you wish that?
There weren't quite as many candles, that you had to blow.
Hair falls down all around the eyes that close.
She might where them earrings 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.
[Chorus]
Birthday gal...Make a wish...Make a wish.
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