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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