No Hard Feelings

No Hard Feelings - Bloodhound Gang

Ain't my job

To f**k you on your birthday

Ain't my job

To f**k you on your birthday anymore

Ain't my job

To f**k you on your birthday

Ain't my job

To f**k 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 not see

You got off scot-free 'cause

I know this means it

Ain't my job

To f**k you on your birthday

Ain't my job

To f**k you on your birthday anymore

Ain't my job

To f**k you on your birthday

Ain't my job

To f**k 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 f**k you on your birthday

Ain't my job

To f**k you on your birthday anymore

Ain't my job

To f**k you on your birthday

Ain't my job

To f**k you on your birthday anymore

Maybe it ain't your birthday

But then again

Ya know i wouldn't give a f**k

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 f**k

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

I'm just gonna wrap it up

I'm just gonna wrap it up

I'm just gonna wrap it up

I'm just gonna wrap it up

I'm just gonna wrap it up

I'm just gonna wrap it up