Still Got It, Megan
[Verse 1] She's got a Band-Aid for every kid in the hall, Knows every name, every sneeze, every fall, Fourteen years of the thermometer throne, The whole school runs to her, she's never alone. Midnight laundry, serial killers in her ear, True crime and fabric softener, her atmosphere. [Chorus] Happy forty, Megan, don't you dare look away, You bake everybody's cake but you hide from your day. Same Converse since seventeen and they still look brand new, The world is forty years better with you. [Verse 2] And every January you lace up and say, "Next spring's the half-marathon, THIS is the year!" Next spring comes around and we're back to today — Honey, the only thing running is everyone's fear. But forty is the plot twist you never saw comin', So put down the laundry, the real crime is runnin' from it. [Chorus] Happy forty, Megan, don't you dare look away, You bake everybody's cake but you hide from your day. Same Converse since seventeen and they still look brand new, The world is forty years better with you.