Here's the story, he's so sorry
Packed 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 rebound
Fuck whoever made the saying
You can't eat and have your cake
Gonna party, it's my birthday anyway
How 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 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
How 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 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
How you think I go insane
But I'm recycling the pain
So unimpressed, who said it best? Shania Twain (Twain, 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 my lo-lo-lovers
