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Maybe you got screwed, but I dumped you
'Cause you ain't nothing but trash
I put out the spite, 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, 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
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 wanna 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 thinking that 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
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 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