The Chinese say, no lie
We are a year plus one on our birthdays
Nine months before birth, alive and kicking
The young would love that, adapt that
Desperate to be legal in shops, and outings
Desperate to be legal, to show on proof of IDs
Yearning to have their independence
While still living under the roof of parental nest
Yep, the young would love that
A year plus one, the Chinese say
Nine months before birth, the Chinese say
Yet still influenced by the external environment
Adulthood would hate that
To an extent, to the point at that age
Where age is no longer mentioned
Don't you know it is rude to ask
This is way past teen years glide
You should know better, than to ask
Such questions of age, such rudeness of insult
Appearances should tell, wise eyes should see
Though subtle, still visible, appearances should tell
Birthday cakes with no numbered age shown
Random numbers of candles, it holds
If you are that inclined to blow a wish on sentiments
A year plus one the Chinese say
Nine months, before birth
A case is made here, the Chinese say
Yea adulthood would hate that
And the young would love that
I guess that is why, we choose to disregard
A year plus one, to the Chinese reason
