Birthday Boys

Gina knows what it's like to be

On the other side of midnight

Gina's eyes are sensitive

To the brighter side of daylight

She knows what it's like to be

The topic of conversation

While birthday boys are wallowing

In acres of adulation

I don't mind

If you stand around and look at me tonight

I quite like it

Kinds like us are blind

To the dirt that gathers in between the toes of moderation

Gina knows

You can come around but don't you talk to me

I'm not in the mood for conversation

You can come around but don't you talk to me

I don't mind

If you come around and drink up all my wine

Won't be the first time

Sometimes I find

Little treasures hidden deep within my drawers

Gina knows

You can come around but don't you talk to me

I'm not in the mood for conversation

You can come around but don't you talk to me