| 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? |