Show Me Your Tattoo

Well, I heard you just got back
From a trip to Sin City
There's something different 'bout the way you look
It just hit me

There's rumors going 'round this town
Tell me, girl, it didn't really hurt
Were you drunk?
Well, that's what I heard

Did you get a butterfly, lady bug
A cross or rose or peace and love?
Devil's horns, angel's wings
Little symbols in Chinese?
One thing that you got to do
Come on, girl, show me your tattoo

Someone said the ink you wear
The sun can't find it
Everybody wants a peek
So baby, don't hide it
I can't take it anymore, girl
Look what you're doing to me
You got something I got to see

Did you get a butterfly, lady bug
A cross or rose or peace and love?
Devil's horns, angel's wings
Little symbols in Chinese
One thing that you got to do
Come on, girl, show me your tattoo

Is it a butterfly, lady bug
A cross or rose or peace and love?
Devil's horns, angel's wings
Little symbols in Chinese
Come on, girl, show me your tattoo

Did you get a butterfly, lady bug
A travel band or peace and love?
Smoking guns, barbwire
An arrow through a heart on fire
One thing, girl, you still got to do
Come on, girl, show me your tattoo
I got to see your tattoo

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