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Ehh.. You. My lady. I tattoo your name, all over my arms... My arm. Or a piece of my leg. See it as permanent charm. But what if we crash? What if love, goes up in ash? Maybe I'll tattoo the bus stop where we met. Oh I know! The fun we had at the supermarket. So now it's just a shopping cart. No worries. Everybody thinks it's modern art... Baby, next I will ink your favorite cigarette. Or the smell of you, that I can't forget. Then your left sock. Ya know, the one with the hole. Or a heart on my chin, that's in half. Hey, you bite your lip. Are you trying not to laugh? So I played it smart. Rubber duck, broken clock, yellow snow, bent fork. Nobody asks about a bent fork. If we make it, I'll tell everyone what it means. And If we don't... I'm just the strange dude, on barbecues. With incredibly specific tattoos. Maybe love isn't forever. Maybe it's six months. Maybe it's sixty years. Maybe it's just enough time, For you to get stuck inside the washing machine. So I played it smart. Rubber duck, broken clock, yellow snow, bent fork. Nobody asks about a bent fork. If we make it, I'll tell everyone what it means. And if we don't... I'm just the strange dude, on barbecues. With incredibly specific tattoos. I'm just the strange dude, on barbecues. With incredibly specific tattoos.