My friend has a daughter just turned sixteen.
On every girl's birthday I get s gift of my dream.
The story goes back sixteen years ago,
We were naive, didn't much know.
And this my friend meet a man of her dream.
Everything was perfect until he said
She has to be first for him, and he as well.
It was a problem, but I always believe if we have a chance, we go for it.
The ketchup was my idea.
I wrote a few lines,
She mixed with the wine.
It was a perfect love story,
A piece of art.
Two liters bottle was gone,
The ketchup was everywhere,
On his head, on the lamps, on the floor.
(He believed).
And nine months after the little girl was born.
Now she is sixteen.
Who can say the tomato ketchup is not a beautiful thing.
