The tattooed woman
She sleeps in my bed
The ink is dry
The dogs are fed
The moon is safe
Her face is red
The tattooed woman
She sleeps in my bed
Her hair is black
Her skin is white
She’s pulled the sheets around her tight
I wish i had the right
To comfort her as a husband might
Rain is coming
That’s how it feels
Now i lay me down to sleep
The lord out wandering with his sheep
There’s oh so many souls to keep
Now i lay me down to sleep
Rain is coming
That’s how it feel