Whatcha Gonna Do About It

If I'm drinking, I'm blacking out My whole entire body's in a deep blue-black drought You hear me from a mile away It's the pop, the twist The sound of champagne bottles gone amiss I'm driving blind My hair's so crazy cause I'm out my mind I don't know why I do all the things that I do So don't ask Your baby gets away with murder Someone take my pass If you don't like it whatcha gonna gonna do about it, then? I'm screaming bloody murder when I touch the paper to the pen Just let me ride You see the crazy in my eyes, cause baby girl was born to sin Whatcha gonna do about it, then? Whatcha gonna do about it, then? I'm a magician, baby Watch me as I disappear I've come to terms with the fact that I'm not long for here The button that reads 'self-destruct' glares red in my eyes It's whispering touch me Comes as no surprise I don't know why I do all the things that I do So don't ask You don't like what you see? Close your eyes, baby Close 'em fast If you don't like it whatcha gonna gonna do about it, then? I'm screaming bloody murder when I touch the paper to the pen Just let me ride You see the crazy in my eyes, cause baby girl was born to sin Whatcha gonna do about it, then? Whatcha gonna do about it, then? If you don't like it whatcha gonna gonna do about it, then? I'm screaming bloody murder when I touch the paper to the pen Just let me ride You see the crazy in my eyes, cause baby girl was born to sin Whatcha gonna do about it, then? Whatcha gonna do about it, then?