Lame Tattoos

I hope sometimes that you’ll think of me
When the whistle blows on your morning tea
You can keep the kettle but I’m keeping your DVD
And you don’t have to wonder
If you could ever have my heart
Just read between the lines I’m singing
You were always so damn smart

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But all the books you’ve read
Have only cluttered up your head
Your mind might be a mess
But you always made your bed
And someday you might have some clout
When your teeth turn yellow and your hair falls out
And your pretty face ain’t clearly what you’re all about
But there’ll be things you’ll never lose
Like your battle scars and your lame tattoos
I was always looking up at
When I was down on you

You can keep your half of Portland
I’ll stay on my block
I wont go in the book store
Or your favorite coffee shop
But I might stop by the Bye & Bye
For a ginger and Old Crow
But I wont go near The Nest now
So you can hang out in The Know

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