July 3rd

I wouldn't want you to take offense
 But I returned that gift you sent
 I could see that it was just right for you
 Why do they say think of yourself
 When you choose something for someone else?
 My birthday wishes never come true
 I should have known
 Now that I'm grown
 I'm one year older and
 I'm not much bolder
 You could have warned me
 This was the way it was going to be
 I wanted a party but
 There'll be one next year maybe
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 To you it's just another day
 But my next birthday's so far away
 I wish that you had remembered
 It seems to be pretty unfair
 You're sixteen too but I don't care
 I won't be calling you July 3rd
 I should have known
 Now that I'm grown
 I'm one year older and
 I'm not much bolder
 You could have warned me
 This was the way it was going to be
 I wanted a party but
 There'll be one next year maybe
 I'll be ready next time maybe