Streamers in the Draught
Style: Piano pop

[Verse 1]
The hall is cold and the lights are low
Streamers keep slipping loose from the beam
We're stood here freezing and nobody cares
Because we came here for you, Whitney

[Pre-chorus]
Somebody's fetching the cake through the door
Somebody's spilling the drinks on the floor
But all that noise is just building

[Chorus]
Whitney, light of this draughty room
Every year we're glad you're born, not you
We're singing loud though we're out of tune
This whole daft night belongs to Whitney

[Verse 2]
The roof still leaks when it starts to rain
The paper crown keeps sliding off your head
None of it matters, not one bit
You make this cold old hall feel warm

[Bridge]
Blow out the candles, make it quick
Before the wind gets in and wins
We'll cheer you on however it goes
Just glad that you were ever born

[Chorus]
Whitney, light of this draughty room
Every year we're glad you're born, not you
We're singing loud though we're out of tune
This whole daft night belongs to Whitney

[Outro]
The streamers will fall down by morning
But you'll still be the one we're loving

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