Gigi (Royalty)

Verse 1
Fifteen candles couldn’t tell your age,
The years just never made it to your face.
Even the vets all do a double take—
“Six years old?” Yeah, that’s their first mistake.

Little ragdoll wearing an invisible crown,
Every room’s your castle when you’re walking around.
You float like royalty, judging the peasants below,
Then sprint at my ankles just to let me know.

Pre-Chorus
You act like you’re above every game I start,
Then five minutes later you’re attacking in the dark.
If I wave a feather, you roll your eyes instead…
Then wrestle your rat toy all across the bed.

Chorus
Here’s to sixteen, Princess Gigi, reign forever.
Time keeps knocking but you don’t surrender.
Queen of the salmon treats, ruler of the halls,
Making every house you enter feel like palace walls.

You deserve the sunshine pouring through the glass,
Every comfy blanket, every nap that lasts.
May your little kingdom never lose its spark—
Long live Gigi, Queen of every heart.

Verse 2
You’ve got expensive taste in salmon snacks,
You’ll inspect the menu before giving me a chance.
A toy mouse? Perfect. Human? Maybe not.
You’ll play by yourself like I wasn’t even thought.

Then you’ll look at me with that elegant glare,
Like, “Why are you watching? That’s a little weird.”
Such a proper lady with a mischievous streak,
Grace in every step… chaos every week.

Bridge
If you were born a person, you’d speak with a royal accent,
Ordering afternoon tea like the throne was your inheritance.
Instead you bless this little house with whiskers and purrs,
Turning ordinary moments into memories that are ours.

You’ve made fifteen years feel like fifteen days,
Filling every season in a thousand little ways.
And if love could freeze the hands upon the clock,
You’d stay this young forever, curled up in your favorite spot.

Final Chorus
Happy sweet sixteen, Princess Gigi, keep on shining.
Every silver whisker somehow keeps rewinding.
May the salmon always come, may the rat toys always squeak,
May your little royal heart stay curious each week.

You’ll always be my baby, even when the numbers climb.
Some hearts don’t really measure life by time.
So here’s to every purr, every sass, every playful leap—
Long live Queen Gigi…

The sweetest princess ever to grace these streets.

No doubt Avril type song