It's your fuckin' birthday (oh, birthday) It's a fuckin' celebration (oh oh) Tonight we celebrate Seems like time's out of our control It's a celebration, oh oh To be, to feel, and fill That emptiness inside you Petty bullshit shouldn't excite you On

Tell 'em that is my birthday When I party like that Blow your dreams, blow your dreams, blow your dreams away with me Every night's my birthday They don't know, so it's okay Jazz it up, jazz it up Happy as can be, falling into you, falling into me How do

The bed, the floor, the kitchen Don't really matter as long as I get I'm tucked, all bottled inside You're a bad baby, you're making me sweat Like your birthday suit (suit) Had me so addicted from the start You give me vertigo, vertigo Vertigo, vertigo

Come and put your name on it Cake, cake, cake, cake Put your name on it Cake, cake, cake, cake, cake Cake, cake, cake I'mma make you my bitch And it's not even my birthday Bet you wanna put your name on it

And you give me all of you 'Cause all of me Loves all of you Love your curves and all your edges All your perfect imperfections Give your all to me I’ll give my all to you You’re my end and my beginning Even when I lose I’m winning

Happy birthday Happy birthday to you You know it doesn't make much sense There ought to be a law against Anyone who takes offense At a day in your celebration 'Cause we all know in our minds That there ought to be a time That we can set aside To show

My heart froze over I need to re-up, re-up Kick my feet up, feet up Pour another four in my one liter, liter Woah, the truth That I did it with another girl on Thursday after you All this shit we did up on your birthday Honestly, it's just to me another

We made it, made it, made it before, I know that we can make it again I want you enough to keep my life untangled If we're clever, we'll put it together, 'cause it may be forever Bad time for love - you caught me on your birthday I could feel your heart

Feelings you provide I know it, I know it I'm the only one out here on the night loops Eyes low, chin heavy shoegazer Moonwalkin', R.I.P. Stanley Kubrick You had you some birthdays, could you prove it? Show me the wisdom in your movement Show me some

You just want what you can't have I'll call the cops If you don't stop, I'll call your dad And I hate to do this to you on your birthday Happy birthday by the way "It's not you, it's me" and all that other bullshit You know that's bullshit Don'tcha',