You're eight years old you make a deal with three mafia leader who kisses you first on your 18th birthday gets to have you Ten years later We were kids,it was just a stupid dealyou remind them Fine go ahead,may the best man to win No, that's to easy.How about we sweeten the mix I'm the birthday girl,now excuse me I have candel to blow out The older brother grin I say we hunt you.First one to catch you win .And if I win,the candles won't be the only thing you blow tonight birthday girl