Lyric 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 nazi? 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

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

Ain t my job
I m just gonna wrap it up
To fuck you on your birthday
I m just gonna wrap it up
Ain t my job
I m just gonna wrap it up
To fuck you on your birthday anymore
I m just gonna wrap it up
Ain t my job
I m just gonna wrap it up
To fuck you on your birthday
I m just gonna wrap it up
Ain t my job
I m just gonna wrap it up
To fuck you on your birthday anymore
I m just gonna wrap it up