Spent the whole week out on that pier
She said boy I think I love you, I said I love you too
We ended up drunk at some old ink shop
She said get my name, I said hell why not
She didn't have to work too hard to talk me into
Mm-----mm a tattoo on a sunburn
Everytime that saltwater breeze blows in
I find myself laying right there in
A kicked back, jet black leather seat
The hum and the buzz and the sting of that needle
Faded away but I guess some people never do
Losing you is the only thing worse
Than a tattoo on a sunburn