matt pless - the girl with the neck tattoo lyrics
[intro]
“let’s get naked and smoke”
[chorus]
when i fell for the girl with the neck tattoo
breakin’ hearts along shady lane (no!)
i was looking for trouble when she came through saying, “trouble is my middle name” (hehe)
and she smells like a chain+smoke hair salon; she’s a trailer park fashion show!
a little hot mess princess, let’s wake up late and then i’ll make you breakfast
she’s the girl with the neck tattoo
(i’m not bad, i’m just drawn that way..)
[verse]
it always starts with once upon a party like a rockstar wasted makin’ out in filthy bathrooms at a dive bar
the moment that i saw her walkin’ through the front door i ordered her a drink she joined me for a few more and then she kissed me
she said her name was candy ’cause he seven sugar daddies gave her one too many cavities
the perfect hurricane of comedy and tragedy
an ugly duckling who got lucky growing up to be a top shelf, smoke show, slim fit, fish net, freak who likes rough s+x, livin’ on a death wish
shopliftin’ from the vintage thrift, drinking coffee, huffin’ whippets, rollin’ molly, dice, and cigarettes
so i said, “f+ck it! hey candy would you marry me?” she said, “i’m into flattery but no so much monogamy
be like a parakeet repeat after me, ‘i’ll meet ya in between the sheets cause pretty polly wants a memory.” i must admit that i’m impressed at how she manages to navigate consent, romance, and twenty+six relationships
bdsm she likes her friends to come with benefits so if you tie her down be sure there ain’t no strings attached
[chorus]
when i fell for the girl with the neck tattoo
breakin’ hearts along shady lane (no!)
i was looking for trouble when she came through saying, “trouble is my middle name” (what?)
and she smells like a chain+smoke hair salon; she’s a trailer park fashion show!
a little hot mess princess, let’s wake up late and then i’ll make you breakfast
she’s the girl with the neck tattoo
(sure is pretty in them tight clothes all painted up like trash!)
[verse 2]
she’s a wild child. going out in style. hotter than the burning garbage overflowing in a dumpster fire
beware if you acquire everything your heart desires but if you stay a while promise i can make ya smile
the final product of frankenstein, madonna, made from pills, pot, hip+hop, power+pop, and punk+rock
she’s pretty crazy wendy savage like a mic+drop. smokin’ marijuana in pajamas at the bus stop
f+ck cops! got clout! hangin’ with the out+crowd! drunker than a bender with the ghost of amy winehouse!
she keeps a closet full of skeletons and cabinets of medicine so innocent until she turns the lights out!
she’s complicated but i’ll try to explain by writing case in front of waste in place of maskin’ in+between and then she went and told me, “go on amend and hold me but you can choke me in the alley after karaoke” ’cause she’s an artist with her manic panic painting portraits. she fills her canvas up with acid, weed, and mental illness
you think i’m jokin’ but i hope that ya know, i’ll see ya later sleepin’ over so we both can do the stick+and+poke
[chorus]
when i fell for the girl with the neck tattoo
breakin’ hearts along shady lane (no!)
i was looking for trouble when she came through saying, “trouble is my middle name” (what?)
and she smells like a chain+smoke hair salon; she’s a trailer park fashion show!
a little hot mess princess, let’s wake up late and then i’ll make you breakfast
she’s the girl with the neck tattoo
[verse 3]
black sheet, misfit, out of step, ke$ha, green day, minor threat!
she likes her five finger discount deal all the earrings and her piercing were of stainless steel
whiskey, ashtrays, herbal tea, tacos, incense, anarchy. she’s like a head+trip against the grain, she’s a riddle, and a puzzle, and a guessing+game
yet when i dream of you and me, it’s curt and courtney meant to be or sid and nancy clean without a murder mystery
two personalities that break the mold her body like a center+fold my head explodes electric like a lightning bolt!
she’ll laugh and say, “whatever” i’ll say, “it’s now or never for you and me to run away and build a life together.”
be my umbrella and my shelter in the stormy weather. no nothing matters buy my record sing it all together!
[chorus]
when i fell for the girl with the neck tattoo
breakin’ hearts along shady lane (no!)
i was looking for trouble when she came through saying, “trouble is my middle name” (hehe)
and she smells like a chain+smoke hair salon; she’s a trailer park fashion show!
a little hot mess princess, let’s wake up late and then i’ll make you breakfast
she’s the girl with the neck tattoo
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