Baking the cake
You know when we were kids,
And camping on the lake,
From sand, mud and shells,
We made a perfect cake.
Now it’s your birthday,
And it’s not a game
To bake a perfect cake,
It’s my final aim.
I'll light up the candles,
you'll blow them all away,
"Happy birthday, sis!"
will be my words to say.
And camping on the lake,
From sand, mud and shells,
We made a perfect cake.
Now it’s your birthday,
And it’s not a game
To bake a perfect cake,
It’s my final aim.
I'll light up the candles,
you'll blow them all away,
"Happy birthday, sis!"
will be my words to say.