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I know I broke up with you on your birthday Should never have been with you in the first place 'Cause you had me so messed up Misbehavin' in the club So I had to break up with you on your birthday Was gonna buy you a cake Red velvet, that's your favorite, for God's sake How was I such an idiot? You know babe Good luck with all your party plans I'll go find me another man, it's okay Happy fuckin' birthday I hope it is the worst day of the year Everytime you celebrate, you'll be thinkin' of my face Sayin', "Happy fuckin' birthday, my dear" Remember when we took a trip to Paris? You had just turned 22, I'm so embarrassеd Left me standin' therе for hours Underneath the Eiffel Tower You were chatting to the girl from the café Who's gonna buy you a cake? When they don't know your favorite, for God's sake You really are an idiot, oh well, babe Good luck with all these party plans I'll be with my other man, doin' great Happy fuckin' birthday I hope it is the worst day of the year Everytime you celebrate, you'll be thinkin' of my face Sayin', "Happy fuckin' birthday, my dear" Oh, oh Happy fuckin' birthday (happy fuckin' birthday) I hope it is the worst day of the year (the absolute worst) Everytime you celebrate (uh-huh), you'll be thinkin' of my face (they say) Sayin', "Happy fuckin' birthday, my dear" (happy fuckin' birthday) Happy fuckin' birthday (you prick) Happy fuckin' birthday Happy fuckin' birthday (yeah, yeah) Happy fuckin' birthday, my dear Haha, oh God
Writer(s): Holly Mae Muller, Ivy Adara, Dallas Koehlke Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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