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...