Letra Ratchet de Autoerotique

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It's your fuckin' birthday (oh, birthday, happy 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

It's your birthday, baby, it's your birthday, yeah
Who's gonna love you on your worst day?
You talk so tough, I know you're soft like buttercups
Reese's, Reese's, don't be rediculous
Just say your piece and peace up like Ibiza
Cool your headtop, you hotter than Anita
Bakin', baby, tell me where I need to...

To be, to feel, and fill that emptiness inside you
Petty bullshit shouldn't excite you
On your birthday
It's your brrrrrrr


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