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i don’t want a tattoo
i don’t want a tattoo,
on my arm or my leg,
or one on my face
and the back of my neck.
i don’t want a tattoo,
its just not me,
it might be for you,
but i don’t want a tattoo.
no ones drawing on me,
i’m not a settee,
thats been dumped in the park,
thats full of love hearts.
a flower a rose,
anywhere goes,
the crack of your arse,
and your toes i suppose
i know my childrens names,
and the dates they were born
no need to cover my ex,
with flowers and scorn,
i don’t need a tattoo,
a furious dog,
a hammer and sickle,
or kermit the frog.
i can’t stand the pain,
and the sight of blood,
i can’t stay still,
so i’d be no good,
can’t make a decision,
what to have for my tea,
to choose a tattoo,
what be tricky for me.
i’ve met enough pricks ,
i’ve had enough of them all,
i’m not a pincushion,
or the Albert Hall,
i think you can sense,
my lack of keenness,
but i don’t need a snakes head ,
on the end of my penis
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i don’t want a tattoo
i don’t want a tattoo,
on my arm or my leg,
or one on my face
and the back of my neck.
i don’t want a tattoo,
its just not me,
it might be for you,
but i don’t want a tattoo.
no ones drawing on me,
i’m not a settee,
thats been dumped in the park,
thats full of love hearts.
a flower a rose,
anywhere goes,
the crack of your arse,
and your toes i suppose
i know my childrens names,
and the dates they were born
no need to cover my ex,
with flowers and scorn,
i don’t need a tattoo,
a furious dog,
a hammer and sickle,
or kermit the frog.
i can’t stand the pain,
and the sight of blood,
i can’t stay still,
so i’d be no good,
can’t make a decision,
what to have for my tea,
to choose a tattoo,
what be tricky for me.
i’ve met enough pricks ,
i’ve had enough of them all,
i’m not a pincushion,
or the Albert Hall,
i think you can sense,
my lack of keenness,
but i don’t need a snakes head ,
on the end of my penis
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