La, la, la, la, la
La, la, la

Come get your shit outta 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 of my red satin sheets
That's what you get when you cheat
So bite me, you creep

But what oh, what I do 
About this tattoo?
Oh, what, oh, what 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?)
For once, I'll admit she was right (what's wrong with you?)
Technically there's finally no forever with you
(I don't know what you were thinking about, when you did that, really)
You're outta my life, the ink has dried (what did I say?)

Now, what oh, what I do
About this tattoo?
Oh, what oh, what I do
What can I turn it into?

Mayby 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 oh, what I do
About this tattoo?
Oh, what oh, what I do
About this tattoo?
Oh, what oh, what I do
Do, do, do, do, do, do
Do, do, do, do, do, do
With the same name
Do, do, do, do, do, do
Do, do, do, do, do, do
Oh, what oh, what I do