Here's the story, he's so sorry
Pack my bags, it's time to get the hell out
At least I lost five kilos
'Cause of heartache
Now I'm skinny and my soul is reborn
Fuck whoever made the saying
"You can't eat and have your cake"
Gonna party, it's my birthday anyway
Oh you think I go insane
But I'm recycling the pain
So unimpressed, who said it best?
Shania Twain
Hey all of my lovers, all of my lovers
All of my lovers, let it pour on me
All of my lovers, all of my lovers
Hey all of my lovers, all of my lovers
All of my lovers, let it pour on me
All of my lovers, all of my lo-lo-lovers
Here's the story, I'm not sorry
'Bout no boyfriend, I just got a tattoo
Saying I'm an angel, sweet little angel
He'll fool someone new
But I know the truth
Fuck whoever made the saying
"You can't eat and have your cake"
Gonna party, it's my birthday anyway
Oh you think I go insane
But I'm recycling the pain
So unimpressed, who said it best?
Shania Twain
Hey all of my lovers, all of my lovers
All of my lovers, let it pour on me
All of my lovers, all of my lovers
Hey all of my lovers, all of my lovers
All of my lovers, let it pour on me
All of my lovers, all of my lo-lo-lovers
Now I'm off to celebrate
I don't need a wedding cake
Gonna party, it's my birthday every day
Oh you think I'll go insane
But I'm recycling the pain
So unimpressed, who said it best?
Shania Twain (Twain, Twain, Twain)
All of my lovers, all of my lovers
All of my lovers, let it pour on me
All of my lovers, all of my lovers
Hey all of my lovers, all of my lovers
All of my lovers, let it pour on me
All of my lovers, all of my lo-lo-lovers