(The song is "Birthday bitch." by Jazmine Bean.<3)

I came out the womb blond hair, big eyes.. You are outside your home, with a table with lots of decorations and food.

In a pink skirt, yellin', and it's no surprise.. You're screaming and complaining that the party isn't what you expected, and that you have no friends here to celebrate.

Skin pale, skin frail, skin spiky. My dada screamed, "oh, looks just like me!" Your Scottish father comments in a bored voice and strong Scottish accent. "Oh, the spoiled lad/lassie jus' start the whim!"