all of my friends are going to say to me that they think I give it up to easily but now all the world can see that you belong to me they can see that you’re the only boy for me
I got out some ink I got out some thread I boiled the needle before bed I’ll stick and poke your name into my leg
I’m thinking of you you’re you’re in my head I wish you were here but instead I’ll stick and poke your name into my leg