Shania Twain lyrics

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