Here's the day you hoped would never come. Don't feed me violins, just run with me through rows of speeding cars. The paper cuts, the cheating lovers, the coffee's never strong enough: I know you think it's more than just bad luck.

There, there, baby, it's just textbook stuff. It's in the ABC's of growing up.

Now, now, darling, oh don't lose your head, 'cause none of us were angels and you know I love you yet.