Come get you shit out of my apartment Your dirty laundry too That piece of crap car, I tried to start it Everything you've touched I'll trash I've already washed you out my red satin sheets That's what you get when you cheat So bite me, you creep
But what do I, what do I What do I do about this tattoo? Oh, what do I, what do I What do I do about this tattoo?
Everyone always asks me about it (what is that?) It seemed so sweet at the time You tattooed that loser's name on your arm? My mom, she told me that I'd be sorry What are you, retarded?, what's wrong with you? For once, I'll admit, she was right Technically there's finally no forever with you I don't know what you were thinking about Kesha Really, You're outta my life, the ink has dried What did I say?
Now what do I, what do I What do I do about this tattoo? Oh, what do I, what do I What do I do, what can I turn it into?
Maybe I can take the E And turn it into a tree Or maybe I can take the heart And turn it into some sort of tribal art Or just find someone with the same name Who isn't so lame, La La, who isn't so lame La La La La La, who isn't so lame With the same name who isn't so lame La La La La La, who isn't so lame
What do I, what do I What do I do about this tattoo? Oh, what do I, what do I What do I do about this tattoo?
But what do I, what do I What do I do, with the same name Oh, what do I, what do I What do I do?