Whitehorse 6 Feet Away
I hope I never have to stand 6 feet away from you again
I hope I never have to wait six months before I hold your hand
I hope there's someone in your house, a proxy or a stand-in
A broomstick you can dance the night away with
So I hope I never have to stand 6 feet away from you again
So happy birthday to me
Two times till my filthy hands are raw
And as I disinfect the doors and rails
I wonder if I'll ever breathe at all
I really hope you don't go changing
No you need for rearranging
You are sunshine and the moonlight
You are
So happy birthday to me
Two times till my filthy hands are raw
