You can't have your cake and eat it too,
But you can snap your fingers till this song is through.
So blow out the candles and make a wish,
Consistent with the lines that I'll proceed to dish.
It's your birthday, now a year's passed,
Take out the black book and count all the ass.
Though your trim per year's not statistically significant,
As a gift to you, I bet these bitches will be hittin' it.
Happy Birthday to you, we all pitched in for one thing:
She's waiting outside, aptly wrapped in a g-string!
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