Won't make the bed up straight

I always stay out late

I never take you out

Ask what you're all about

I always smell like smoke

Everythings just a joke

I never look at you

When you come hear me sing

These are not all of the

Many simple things

You can find wrong with me

Once would you tell me please

What do I do, What do I do

What do I do, What do I do...Right

What do I do, What do I do

What do I do, What do I do...Right

I never talk to you

be who you want me to

My music's way to loud

My friends are all so proud

Say I'm just wasted hope

I could not thread the rope

More than my pocket's broke

And you don't see a ring

These are not all of the

Infinitesimal things

You can find wrong with me

Once would you tell me please

What do I do, What do I do

What do I do, What do I do...Right

What do I do, What do I do

What do I do, What do I do...Right

Never wanted to play in this game

Yes, You're right

but losing the game doesn't mean

that we're losing the fight

What do I do, What do I do

What do I do, What do I do...Right

What do I do, What do I do

What do I do, What do I do...Right

What do I do, What do I do

What do I do, What do I do...Right

What do I do, What do I do

What do I do, What do I do...Right

*What do I do...Right

*What do I do

*wont make the bed up straight

*I always stay out/great

*but what do I do

What do I do that is right