[Short instrumental intro] Maya woke up thirty, still fabulous in bed, With wisdom in her heart and confetti on her head. She checked the mirror twice and laughed at what she saw: “Is thirty meant to feel this young? There must be some new law!” Oh, Maya, Maya, welcome to the show, Thirty candles blazing with a grown-up glow. You’ve got style, you’ve got sparkle, you’ve got snacks to spare, And if adulthood is calling, just pretend you’re not there. You’ve mastered all the basics, like passwords you forget, Buying lovely vegetables you haven’t eaten yet. You make important plans, then cancel them at eight, Because pajamas, peace, and quiet are a very valid date. Oh, Maya, Maya, queen of thirty years, Raise a glass to laughter and the happiest of cheers. No need to have the answers or a five-year master plan, You’re doing life amazingly, however Maya can. Your knees may make a sound now when you stand up from the floor, But you can blame the furniture and dance a little more. You’re vintage, not ancient; you’re premium, not old, A limited-edition legend with a heart of solid gold. Oh, Maya, Maya, this is your parade, A brilliant new decade with the memories you’ve made. May your cake be extra massive and your worries extra small, May your thirties be the funniest and finest years of all. So here’s to lovely Maya, bold, hilarious, and bright, May every year bring better jokes and every day delight. The party’s only starting, and the future’s looking great, Happy thirtieth, dear Maya; you were worth the thirty-year wait! [Short instrumental outro]
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