I know I broke up with you on your birthday Should never have been with you in the first place ‘Cause you had me so messed up, misbehaving in the club So I had to break up with you on your birthday
Was gonna buy you a cake Red velvet, that's your favourite, for God's sake How was I such an idiot? You know, babe Good luck with all your party plans I'll go find me another man, it's okay
Happy fucking birthday I hope it is the worst day of the year Every time you celebrate, you'll be thinking of my face Saying happy fucking birthday, my dear
Remember when we took that trip to Paris? You had just turned 22, I'm so embarrassed Left me standing there for hours, underneath the Eiffel Tower You were chatting to the girl from the café
Who's gonna buy you a cake? When they don't know your favourite, for God's sake You really are an idiot, oh, well, babe Good luck with all those party plans I'll be with my other man doing great
Happy fucking birthday I hope it is the worst day of the year Every time you celebrate, you'll be thinking of my face Saying happy fucking birthday, my dear, oh-oh
Happy fucking birthday (I'm like, no, no happy birthday) I hope it is the worst day of the year (The absolute worst) Every time you celebrate (Hmm?), you'll be thinking of my face (They say) Saying happy fucking birthday, my dear (Happy fucking birthday)
Happy fucking birthday (You prick) Happy fucking birthday Happy fucking birthday, yeah, yeah Happy fucking birthday, my dear Hahaha, oh, God, hyhyhyTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
