Every year I tell Gavin the same old thing,
It is always the same time, a few days before spring.
To buy me gold or give me cold hard cash,
But every year he still makes the same old mess.
Ordering the same old bloody chocolate cake,
The same one every morning i also can make.
Tiramisu, strawberry, cheesecake also can,
Can we have a change of cake, u silly man.
Haven't you realize that i am getting old,
Actually i don't want to say, but truth be told.
The chocolate powder irritates this old woman's throat,
After i eat, my voice changes and i sound like a old Goat.
