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birthday cake
Eighteen candles, eighteen years, eighteen wishes christened with beer
We’ve hit eighteen for third time, still in your arms love’s divine
Cylinders pump when spark-plugs ignite, feel eighteen when you’re in sight
Eighteen days separate; eighteen’s thrill of love consummate
No poisoned potion at eighteen, no happy dagger for tomb scene
Four years times nine been my love; make my heart pump eighteen’s blood
Two weeks, four days, we reunite; dreaming of you I’ll sleep tight