Where do I start your so, amazing that no card or note/
Could do you justice, even if I, marked it with a Sharpie BOLD/
Then put it with a present, that they sellin’, a Target sto’/
You really, out did me, on my birthday with the party thrown/...
Aint even gonna try, can’t lie, so I just marvel yo/
Do know that you sculpted, like He, carved you out of marble stone/
So when you’re tired, of the Lion, and you can’t Bear it on your own/
Just click your heels together, like that girl, with the sparkle loafs/
Forget about the road of gold, girl you got a heart of gold/
That’s why you’re pretty, you exquisite, like an artist stroke/
You’re fun when it’s boring, you mozzarella on an artichoke/
So “don’t worry ‘bout a ting,” like the song that Bob Marley wrote/
So this is a song I wrote, for you, cause no card I stroke/
Can satisfy you, you rather spend time with your folk/
So that’s what you’ll get, nada, zip, but a facebook note/
And…maybe a dinner so Happy Born Day, Marlie JO!/See More
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