Maybe, it's some kind of test but I wish I'd never been tattooed
You run your finger round the rim of his glass
Well, maybe it's all for the best but I wish I'd never been lassoed
You have been known to take delight in gettin' in somebody's hair
Bet you already made a pass, I see a darkened room somewhere
They scratch across his back, fade to black
And run your fingers through his hair
And you, you always had the knack, fade to black