No Hard Feelings

Ain't my job To fuck you on your birthday Ain't my job To fuck you on your birthday anymore Ain't my job To fuck you on your birthday Ain't my job To fuck you on your birthday anymore Maybe you got screwed but I dumped you 'cause you ain't nothin' but trash I put out despite the fact that you're like a hawaiian punch moustache Right under my nose thinking, I'm so colonel klink oblivious But how could I not see, you got off scot-free 'cause I know this means it Ain't my job To fuck you on your birthday Ain't my job To fuck you on your birthday anymore Ain't my job To fuck you on your birthday Ain't my job To fuck you on your birthday anymore If I want to be repeatedly shit on, I'll go make dutch porn When roughly translated, even your naked truth means squat and what's more I'm missing you like a hijacked flight on september 11th I don't know who got on you but I'm not wrong in thanking them since it Ain't my job To fuck you on your birthday Ain't my job To fuck you on your birthday anymore Ain't my job To fuck you on your birthday Ain't my job To fuck you on your birthday anymore (anymore) Maybe it ain't your birthday but then again Ya know I wouldn't give a fuck When what I shoulda got is over ya sooner so now I'm just gonna wrap it up Maybe it ain't your birthday but then again Ya know I wouldn't give a fuck When what I shoulda got is over ya sooner so now I'm just gonna wrap it up I'm just gonna wrap it up (To fuck you) I'm just gonna wrap it up I'm just gonna wrap it up (To fuck you) I'm just gonna wrap it up I'm just gonna wrap it up (To fuck you) I'm just gonna wrap it up I'm just gonna wrap it up (To fuck you) I'm just gonna wrap it up (anymore)