Autumn is coming soon and leave's start fallen
This season might be too late for 1-more dream,
And summer has gone from long overdue
Whatever season falls it all ends to you.
I heard the angels in heaven singing allellujah
The Westminster choir sounding lullabye,
I pause at drunkin man shouting hurray
Everyone's happy B'coz its your Birthday.
I might not be a song you can sing today
Nor a bell you can hang on Christmas day,
Neither a pillow you hugging all night long
Or an iPod you can listen your fav'rte song.
I'm not famous and rich like Enrique Iglesias,
Your H-ero for once but I, the one that always last;
To remain faith, inlove, devoted and true
Today and all your Birthday's right beside you.
Happy Birthday My Feunee!
