This Tattoo
Come get you shit out of my apartmentYour dirty laundry tooThat piece of crap car, I tried to start itEverything you've touched I'll trashI've already washed you out my red satin sheetsThat's what you get when you cheatSo bite me, you creep
But what do I, what do IWhat do I do about this tattoo?Oh, what do I, what do IWhat do I do about this tattoo?
Everyone always asks me about it (what is that?)It seemed so sweet at the timeYou tattooed that loser's name on your arm?My mom, she told me that I'd be sorryWhat are you, retarded?, what's wrong with you?For once, I'll admit, she was rightTechnically there's finally no forever with youI don't know what you were thinking about KeshaReally, You're outta my life, the ink has driedWhat did I say?
Now what do I, what do IWhat do I do about this tattoo?Oh, what do I, what do IWhat do I do, what can I turn it into?
Maybe I can take the EAnd turn it into a treeOr maybe I can take the heartAnd turn it into some sort of tribal artOr just find someone with the same nameWho isn't so lame, La La, who isn't so lameLa La La La La, who isn't so lameWith the same name who isn't so lameLa La La La La, who isn't so lame
What do I, what do IWhat do I do about this tattoo?Oh, what do I, what do IWhat do I do about this tattoo?
But what do I, what do IWhat do I do, with the same nameOh, what do I, what do IWhat do I do?