Your Tattoo

I got you under my skin a long time ago:
Just a little tattoo to let the world know
That there’d never be no one for me but you.
But you turned out to be a bad heartache,
And I found someone to take your place.
Now, what am I gonna do with your tattoo?
Well, it won’t wash off or fade away,
And I’m stuck with you till my dying day.
It’s just a picture of a girl in her birthday suit,
With her cowboy hat and her cowboy boots.
I can go to the man, and have him erase,
Or have him put a moustache on your face.
Now, what am I gonna do with your tattoo?
When my baby sees you, she starts to cry.
When I tell her I love her, she says it’s a lie,
'Cause she thinks you’re the one that I’m dreamin’of.
Then she gets mad at me and pounds on you
Until my arm turns black and blue.
Now, what am I gonna do with your tattoo?
It won’t leave me like you did.
Now, what am I gonna do with your tattoo?