Sometimes Fly Like Venus writes and plays a bar band standard (or, it should be, at least).
Scenes
Lyrics
She’s got a bad tattoo on the back of her neck
It’s gotten so bad I can feel its breath
It looks like a vato with a large cabeza
I’ll send that melon into outer space-a
High on her arm she’s got the seven sisters
My eyes saw stars, and my hands had blisters
Big ol’ blisters, hotter than her sister
My name is Mike, and I can’t resist her
She’s got a ticket to ride, but will she let us
Turns out my girl has got a tattoo fetish
Start at the ankle and work my way up
It's some kind of hairy thing, maybe a pup
As I go in deeper to her inner thigh
I come across a cyclops with one pink eye
She laid her trap, and it was fly like venus
But to my surprise, out popped a --
WHOA! You all know I’m just kidding, right? Ain't no funny business here
Bring it around boys, and hit me with the chorus
She’s got a ticket to ride, but will she let us
Turns out my girl has got a tattoo fetish
Tat...tat-too-oo, tat...tat-too-oo, tat...tat-too-oo, tat
As I rolled over to see the small of her back
I saw the tramp stamp, it was a cold six pack
Big ol’ blisters, hotter than her sisters
My name’s still Mike, and I still can’t resist her
(Come on and hit me with the chorus!)
She’s got a ticket to ride, but will she let us
Turns out my girl has got a tattoo fetish
Tat...tat-too-oo, tat...tat-too-oo, tat...tat-too-oo, tat
Tat...tat-too-oo, tat...tat-too-oo, tat...tat-too-oo, tat
Oooh, yeah, tattoo fetish
That's the problem that my girl's got
You know, it starts with one
And all the rest come later
One tattoo, two tattoo, that's what she do
One of these days, I'm gonna have to do something about it
But for now, for now I've got a tattoo fetish (problem (with my girl))