aimusic.one

Verse 1: She's a canvas of stories, in ink across her skin.
In the dim bar light, I spy her from the rim.
Torn jeans and a leather jacket, edges all frayed.
She's the art gallery that I've never yet surveyed.

Her eyes are like the ocean, deep and full of storms.
But I'm caught in her current, amidst her tattooed forms.
Mapped out constellations trailing down her arm.
Each symbol, each line, adds to her charm


Pre-Chorus: She's a mystery, she's a rebel with a cause.
From here I see a lion, is it her strength or her claws?
I’m just a punk with a guitar, on the wrong side of the moon.
Hoping she might notice me, wanna leave this room

Chorus: Hey, tattoo girl with your rebel flair.
I'm caught in your ink from across the room's glare. 
Dreaming of you in my bedroom's air.
We could be a pop punk love affair.

Verse 2: In the glow of the jukebox, she's a mystery untold.
A walking piece of art, with her edges rough and bold. 
Underneath her sleeves, lies a map of her pursuits.
Each line a silent whisper, each color, a deep-rooted truth.

Her smirk is a challenge, a beckoning for the brave.
She's the secret I've been keeping, the memory I'll save.
I'm strumming on my strings, lost in a silent reverie.
Yearning to be the one who explores her ink-filled gallery.

Pre-Chorus: With every sip she takes, her lips a daring red.
I think of lines not yet written, songs inside my head.
For a moment, our gazes lock, and I feel seen.
This electric connection, could it really mean?

Chorus: Hey, tattoo girl with your rebel flair.
I'm caught in your ink from across the room's glare. 
Dreaming of you in my bedroom's air.
We could be a pop punk love affair.

Bridge: She's the melody, she's the words, she's the song I need to write.
This punk rock anthemic love, could we find it here tonight? 
Her life in pictures and in lines, beneath her skin they bloom.
And I'm just over here, mesmerized in the gloom.
Will I be another tale, another tattooed swoon?

Chorus: Hey, tattoo girl with your rebel flair.
I'm caught in your ink from across the room's glare. 
Dreaming of you in my bedroom's air.
We could be a pop punk love affair.

Outro: Tattooed girl, across the room, one day I'll break through.
Maybe we're two verses waiting to be one tune.
For now you're the artwork I admire from afar.
Oh, tattooed girl, you’re the badass rockstar
(fade out)