What Am I, Gatsby?

Well, it's your birthday, why don't I make it good?

Request a song right now

And I'll sing it from the heart

And what does that make you?

Aries? Oh yeah, that makes sense

And actually, I have no idea

And it's just something that you say

When you want the world to slip away

And you trust your eyes to say the things you wanna say

And when the music swells and sways

And you know this moment's already framed

Well, what are you wishing?

What are you hoping for?

And anything I can help with

And I'll do anything you want

And far back in my memory, something stretches and stirs

Something's waking up, beautiful

Ready to ignite, ready to burn

Well, it's just a candle, but it's more, it's what it means

And it's just the tinkling of the glass that sets the scene

And it's hard to stay cool when you've fallen into me

I'm carried away, and I feel you here, but I can't see

Well, I'm not good at things like this

Because I lose my head so quick

And there's not love like ours

And Gatsby's a tired cliché

There's one of you and one of me

And happy birthday, baby