My birthday month calls for your utter devotion.

Going deeper than you ever have before.

Spoiling me as hard as ever.

As you worship My divine curves,

It turns inevitable-

The realization that My existence at the same planet as you,

Is to be cherished, adored, celebrated.

And you, My weak toy,

Are going to start today.

My birthday month calls for your utter devotion.

Going deeper than you ever have before.

Spoiling me as hard as ever.

As you worship My divine curves,

It turns inevitable-

The realization that My existence at the same planet as you,

Is to be cherished, adored, celebrated.

And you, My weak toy,

Are going to start today.