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