When i crossed my fingers, you crossed your heart where there's a tattoo of jesus and cupid who's shooting his dart All covered in colorful stories and stars You bet i go crazy, an odyssey blazing with daggers and fire Oh-oh, oh whoa Your ink can't rub off on me and yet you mark me easily But not for the naked eye to see No, no, your ink can't rub off on me and yet you mark me easily But not for the naked eye to see I can't stop staring at my illustrated man There's a mass of confusion 'til you put your clothes on And when time's arrow shoots up your arm then forward is backward and 'love' is bad word but 'sex' is alright Oh-oh, oh whoa Your ink can't rub off on me and yet you mark me easily But not for the naked eye to see No, no, your ink can't rub off on me and yet you mark me easily But not for the naked eye to see Not for the naked eye to see Not for the naked eye to see Not for the naked eye to see Not for the naked eye to seePágina 1 / 1