I see it, I like it, I want it, I got it (Yeah) You like my hair? Gee, thanks, just bought it I want it, I got it, I want it, I got it Yeah, breakfast at Tiffany's and bottles of bubbles Girls with tattoos who like getting in trouble Lashes and diamonds,

My baby don't try to change me She gets every flaw, my rebel heart, every tattoo, every scar This is the way that god made me She's in love with the outlaw in me She says, "baby what's that scar from?" I said, "girl, you don't wanna know" She said, "what

So much that it hurts All I know is that I love you so Got a tattoo that said "together through life" Carved in your name with my poker knife And you wonder when you wake up, will it be alright oh oh Feels like there's something broken inside Is that in

Tudutudutudu, fuck you too Never miss a Sunday service, never got tattoos Every time we drive by wavin', I see right through Singin', oh sweet sounds of American you Man you got it all worked out, don't you, old pair of shoes Never wear your heart on

Are we just a backseat, tryna get it while we can? Are we names in a tattoo, or just a number on a hand? Are we last-call kissing or will we be reminiscing with each other for the next forty years? Are we written in the stars, baby, or are we written in

I see you even with my eyes closed Every sidewalk crack, every song I hear Every bit of you is burning like a tattoo on my soul I see you even with my eyes closed, blindfolded Heavy breath, heavy dream You're here, you're there, you're in-between Looking

North of heaven, south of Santa Fe Somewhere north of heaven Where eagles fear to fly Where the sun burns hot as the devil's gate The desert meets the sky Tattooed on my memory is the image of an angel's face Where the rain don't fall and the grass don't

I'm a sucker for you I've been dancing on top of cars and stumbling out of bars I follow you through the dark, can't get enough You're the medicine and the pain, the tattoo inside my brain And, baby, you know it's obvious You say the word and I'll go

To your heart This the day it all began One place that it came together More than a ring or a tattoo Wish your birthmark that reminds of you So let's get on an airplane Go back to where we began To that point which is days apart That stamp right next to

Semper fi tattooed on his left arm In the back that says U.S.A. With WD Forty and a Craftsman wrench He ain't prejudice he's just, made in America Spends a little more in the store for a tag He won't buy nothin' that he can't fix My old man's that old