Homemade Tattoos, by Kyle
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A pin and ink in hand, you hope i havent began, i tell you
no, you tell me when to go.
prick one..prick two..prick three..
OW! FUCK YOU!
this is what i say
tick one..tick two..tick three..
how do you do? i ask you, you tell me..OKAY.
it hurts so good, feels so right, id stay up with you any
night
you feel the marks of your simple star
and try to figure out what they are
these little pricks, they feel so fine
stay with me, like this tattoo of mine
keep going, im done, fer real? yeah im done.
thats what you said, "do another one"
we call ourselves SUPER-SAVVS, "OW!"
it doesnt hurt THAT BADD.
do it again, forget about the pain.
shit, at this point, i have no shame.
so ill just keep going like it never even happened
when it hurts, you either gotta laugh or cry
so im gonna keep laughin.
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Posted: 2010-08-18 20:46:44 UTC |
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