The Girl with No Tattoo

Here’s a song for the girl I never knew,
Here’s a song for the girl with no tattoo.
Here’s a line for the heart she never stole,
And another for the hand she’ll never hold.
This one sounds crazy but it’s true,
Here’s a song for the girl with no tattoo.
Here’s a line for the lie she never told,
Here’s a song for the girl with no tattoo.

Where’s her little hideout?
Maybe I can find out.
Suppose it’s none of my business,
But what’s the difference?
Use hocus pocus,
Regain my focus,
On the song I used to do,
For the girl with no tattoo.

Here’s a song for a love that never grew,
Here’s a song for the girl with no tattoo.
Here’s a line for the spots we’d never visit,
And another that’s somehow even less specific.
This line is only passing through,
Through the song for the girl with no tattoo.
This line didn’t hurt too much, now did it?
Here’s a song for the girl with no tattoo.

Where’s she goin’?
Without her tattoos showing?
How does one see them,
And give them their freedom?
Suppose they’re all living,
Under her clothes and singing,
That song I used to do,
For the girl with no tattoo.

Here’s a verse I’ll send along in lieu,
Of a verse for the girl with no tattoo.
Here’s a line that can barely scratch the surface,
And another that will never fulfill its purpose.
Seems this song may have gone a bit askew,
Where’s the song for the girl with no tattoo?
And the line that’ll finish every verse is,
Here’s a song for the girl with no tattoo.