Compositor: Chin-chin / Chris Stein / Deborah Harry
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 see