to a very special lady …

Well, if I had my way
We’d have a birthday every week
And you’d choose to spend them all with me
I’d come down to the bus stop,
Say you can’t go to work
You’d take my hand faithfully
Then I’d gift wrap my heart
And I’d write you a new song
I’d try to right all your wrongs
I would play with your hair
And suggest what to wear
And I’d paint a smile where it belongs
But I know that you’re not broken
And I know that you’re not bruised
I know I’m easily forgotten
So Happy Birthday You
Oh and every week I’d take you someplace you’ve not been before
I’d try to keep it under wraps
Well we never drove to Paris
And I’ve never been to Prague
We should try them out, perhaps
And we can document our travels on a handheld camera
Put them to a themed song of kind
If you’ve nothing left to show for it
The story never fits
And the notion of the day is undermined
But I know that you’re not broken
And I know that you’re not bruised
I know I’m easily forgotten
So Happy Birthday You
Well when we get home you’re tired
But you don’t want to go to bed
So you lay in my arms instead
You’d say tonight was just perfection
And I don’t want to go to sleep
Can we do the same next week
But I know that you’re not broken
And I know that you’re not bruised
I know I’m easily forgotten
So Happy Birthday You
Yeah, I know that you’re not broken
And I know that you’re not bruised
I know I’m easily forgotten
So Happy Birthday You
Happy Birthday You