that only a mother could love
You never really stood a chance
Wife and fortune go hand in love
You didn't read a second glance
In a world that makes no sense
for you were not prepared
In the arts of self -defence
So happy birthday Josephine
So many candles on your cake
You can't remember sweet sixteen
Your life is a big mistake
It's enough to make a dead man moan
It can make a willow weep
But when everything is said and done
True beauty's not skin deep
Suddenly, the mist begins to clear
Right in the middle of a crowded street
You find yourself in tears
If dreams survived and delights all day
If wishes could come true
Then a wind of change might
bringing only the best for you
when you are dealt a losing hand
they will always be in dead man
So happy birthday Josephine,
so many candles on your cake
You can't remember sweet sixteen,
your life is a big mistake
It's enough to make a dead man bold,
it can make a willow weak
true beauty's not skin deep