1. My girlfriend, my dumb doughnut We went to a party just the other night Three hours later, and seven shots of jager She was in the bedroom with another guy 2. And I don't really wanna know So don't tell me anymore And I don't really wanna hear About her feet all up in the air Why must I be the one who has to know I'm not the one who screwed up big time So spare me the details if you don't mind *: And I don't need to hear about the sounds you were makin And I don't need to hear about how long it was takin Or how the walls they were shakin