Tattoo me, tattoo me Make me a personality Pierce me, pierce me I must have pain with my poverty Ooh, yeah - what you make me do, baby Make me use a smaller vocabulary You now you're a rebel - you can deal with that sting But the world doesn't owe you a single f**ing thing, baby She's always day-dreamin' about chocolate and semen With that cartoon on her a**, she doesn't need a reason Tattoo me, tattoo me I have no personality Pierce me, pierce me I must have pain with my poverty You don't need fingerprints or a DNA track With a technicolor target laid out on your back Is she of age or is she a veg? A girl in Doc Martens will never trim that hedge Oh, vegan skin - are you getting thin? Can you hear the meat scream from within Tattoo me Tattoo me Tattoo me