"Hey red-headed hottie, hey big-boobied beaut,
Hey one-time-she-plays-and-she-scores-when-she-shoots,
Hey treadmill fanatic, hey math-minded nerd,
Today's something special, so I'm told, so I've heard.
Two years ago here, just three floors down,
Though to me that still seems like a short turn-around,
We first became friends as Windsor Hall frosh;
A bond realized by our love of getting sloshed.
We've been robbers and cowboys and sometimes just sluts,
But we did it together, so I don't mind so much.
United together to hate every boy,
Knowing deep in our hearts that cats will bring us joy.
Hey frightening fake lisp, hey flaming red hair -
I'll forgive your genetics to show you I care.
Hey girl, take a shot, 'cause you're 20 years old!
And so, for your birthday, I give you: a soul."
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