It's my birthday, but there's no one here
I'm faced with the pains of time
Alone, at home
In my shrimp shirt, in my tutu dancing
A melancholic, a melancholic, a melancholic-cholic
Years go by and I'm all alone
No one around
But the flowers in the garden grow
And that makes me sad
Cus' they're pretty alone
And I'm just a wreck
Alone, at home
You know where to go
Go out the door this chorus is calling you
A melancholic birthday treat
The songs, they're not a simple feat
But I know (a melancholic, melancholic, melancholic)
A melancholic, a melancholic birthday treat
No one around
But the flowers in the garden grow
And that makes me sad
Cus' they're pretty alone
And I'm just a wreck
Alone, at home