No Hard Feelings

[Hook] 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 mustache Right under my nose, thinking I'm so Colonel Klink oblivious But how could I not see, that you got off scot-free Cause I know this means it [Hook] 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 [Hook] 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