After four years of together being bound
I've realised that your voice is my favourite sound
And it matters not how I feel or in what mood,
I'd pick up a phone every given minute to hear you be crude
Or to kill off fictional people, or make up unbelievably stupid songs
Or (as in most cases) make fun of the fact that you're Bong
I hope you know that this proclamation of love is as public as it gets,
(Happy Birthday Fellow) Thank you for making my life a big soppy mushy mess.
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