Hickey - Lambchop

He hated to shower

Cause he wanted to smell

What was left of the girl

That stayed at his hotel

Still the water was warm

With the soap in his hand

As he halted the process

Just to stare at this man

In the dark of his room

Right after his nap

He buried his face in her pillow

Then he stared down at his lap

A small circle of miracles

Surrounded his head

That ranged dark blue

All the way to dark red

And in honor of this new affair

He bought some socks and some underwear

He was feelin' so sporty and lookin' brand new

To cover up his invisible tattoo

The box on the carpet

Matched the lines on his head

As he was ready to sleep

And he turns down the bed

Removes all his clothes now

Lays them on the floor

Slips under the covers

He hears her key in the door

His eyes blink for a minute

His lids open and close

A cool warmth fills the room

He feels her chest on his nose

His brow brushes her navel

His hand follows her hips

His neck jerks on the pillow

Feels the touch of her lips

And in honor of this new affair

He bought some socks and some underwear

He was feelin' so sporty and lookin' brand new

To cover up his invisible tattoo

But not as good as this invisible tattoo