The studs in my ears, I've never had a problem with them
I don't have a fear those in my eyebrows will start bleedin'
What really rubs me wrong both in the metaphorical kinda junk
And the really painful physical sort that some people might want, I'm not one

Got gripes with my belly ring, it's always somethin' that is causin' me a lot of pain
Stuck in my gut, a real target for punchin' by the huge assholes who come my way
I still love, still love, still love my belly ring
It rocks (it rocks), it rocks (it rocks), it rocks, my belly ring

Always catches hard on whatever shirt I end up wearin' (ha-ah-ah-ah-ah)
A crop top? Wind gets harsh, it makes the metal way too cold for bearin'
My idle scratches tears the tissue, that ring is what I'm scratchin' for
So it's not like I can just ignore along with what else its got in store, I still love

My stupid belly ring, look like a dumbshit when my fridge magnets get stuck, so lame
Forget airports, though that's more of a function of the other piercin's in my face
Still love, still love, still love my belly ring
Looks hot (looks hot), looks hot (looks hot), looks hot, my belly ring

Ha-ah-ah-ah-ah, hmm, ha-ah-ah, yeah
It rocks, it rocks, it rocks, ho-oh-oh-oh-oh
Ha-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ooh-whoa-oh-oh, ho-oh-oh-oh
Still love, still love, still love my belly ring