Текст (слова) песни: Bloodhound Gang - No Hard Feelings

Aint my job
To fuck you on your birthday
Aint my job
To fuck you on your birthday anymore
Aint my job
To fuck you on your birthday
Aint my job
To fuck you on your birthday anymore

Maybe you got screwed but i dumped you cause you aint nothin but trash
I put out despite the fact that youre like a hawaiian punch moustache
Right under my nose thinking im so colonel klink oblivious
But how =could you not see= you got off scot-free cause i know this means it

Aint my job
To fuck you on your birthday
Aint my job
To fuck you on your birthday anymore
Aint my job
To fuck you on your birthday
Aint my job
To fuck you on your birthday anymore

If i want to be repeatedly shit on ill go make dutch porn
When roughly translated even your naked truth means squat and whats more
Im missing you like a hijacked flight on september 11th
I dont know who got on you but im not wrong in thanking them since it

Aint my job
To fuck you on your birthday
Aint my job
To fuck you on your birthday anymore
Aint my job
To fuck you on your birthday
Aint my job
To fuck you on your birthday anymore

Maybe it aint your birthday but then again
Ya know i wouldnt give a fuck
When what i shoulda got is over ya sooner so now
Im just gonna wrap it up

Maybe it aint your birthday but then again
Ya know i wouldnt give a fuck
When what i shoulda got is over ya sooner so now
Im just gonna wrap it up

Aint my job
Im just gonna wrap it up
To fuck you on your birthday
Im just gonna wrap it up
Aint my job
Im just gonna wrap it up
To fuck you on your birthday anymore
Im just gonna wrap it up
Aint my job
Im just gonna wrap it up
To fuck you on your birthday
Im just gonna wrap it up
Aint my job
Im just gonna wrap it up
To fuck you on your birthday anymore
Im just gonna wrap it up
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