Lyrics:

Drawing psychic wings on a wedding bell
The queen of the glass is afraid to blow you
You up in air without a net below
But she'll try
And if only more bad luck will pass you by

Flying on a scandal decide your trip
You fall like a drip from a wedding gown
Come early in the world but they're ready now
And your dream is a dust speck in their eyes

Make a wish
Blow out the candle
Anything you might need
Birthday democrats can handle
Anything, everything

Everything you love
Everything you love
They will give you everything you love
They will give you everything you love