Who cares about a birthday? But
30/90, hey
Can you be optimistic?
You're no longer the ingénue
Turn thirty, 1990
Boom! You're passé
What can you do?
What can you do?
What can you do?
Peter Pan and Tinkerbell Ahhh
Which way to Never Never Land? Ahhh
Emerald City's gone to hell
Since the wizard
Blew off his command
On the streets you hear the voices
Lost children, crocodiles
But you're not into
Making choices, wicked witches,
Poppy fields, or men behind the curtain
Tiger lilies, ruby slippers
Clock is ticking, that's for certain
They're singing, "Happy Birthday"
I just wish it all were a dream Happy birthday
It feels much more like doomsday
Fuck
30/90
Seems like I'm in for a twister
I don't see a rainbow, do you? Ah, ah