6 Apollonia Happy Birthday Mr. Christian
Late in my early teenage, I was considered fast While some of the girls were failing, I passed in every class Our principal's name was Christian and I played upon his fears In exchange 4 my diploma, I loved him through the years CHORUS: Happy birthday Mr. Christian, what are we gonna do? U want a teenage past-time, I want a love that's true A man in your position, U oughta be ashamed Happy birthday Mr. Christian, why can't U live up 2 your name?
It was only the first semester but my body developed quick Compared 2 the size of my chest then, all the other girls looked sick Mr. Christian stared at me always, desire turned 2 pain I suggested we go 2 his office and that's when the lunch bell rang
CHORUS
Oh Mr. Christian, U're a bad boy Why that's not a pencil ... shame Oh Mr. Christian, U're a bad boy Why can't U live up 2 your name?
We had our love down to an art form Each act was like scenes from a play (Every act...) With every lesson I gave him Mr. Christian gave me an A I graduated with honors A riddle 2 everyone Everyone except Christian Mr. Christian and I, and our son (Mr. Christian, me and our son)
CHORUS {repeat twice in BG}
What are we gonna do? I want a love that's true U oughta be ashamed Why can't U live up 2 your name? What are we gonna do? No tengo tiempo para jugar {I have no time 2 play games} Necesito un hombre verdadero, no metido {I need a real man, not a liar} Always a man Tú sí que no te enteras, chaval, OK? {U don't understand, boy, OK?} Qué hacemos? {What are we gonna do?} Habla fuerte que no te oigo! {Speak louder cuz I can't hear U!} Christian! Christian! Christian!
Oh Mr. Christian, U're a bad boy
Christian Give me some horns, oh I like it
Christian! {x4}
Happy birthday 2 U, happy birthday 2 U Happy birthday Mr. Christian, happy birthday 2 U
Happy birthday, Mr. Christian
