Fairy, you can abuse me

I lay on my back on the sofa, longing for someone to go on stage and sing a quiet song for me, so I cast my eyes on her, because her magnetic and cold voice was particularly suitable for singing quiet songs. I shouted to her over the noise of the bar, "Give me a birthday present." The shape of his mouth seems to be saying "Didn't I give you a pair of sunglasses?" I yelled at the top of my lungs again, "Can you give me another one?" "Go ahead." I came over there, pulled her up from the sofa and...