Shame up till today I was doin' fine
In the mailbox was a letter
From a girl I left behind
And how she's back in town to stay
Well a long time ago she took my sanity
Came all the way from Memphis
To live next door to me
Besides the pain it's driving me insane
There's no way I can make her understand
And I found out why it's hidden behind her pants
She's got my name
She's got my name
Tattooed on the back side of her frame
And there ain't no way you'll ever put your ring on me
Diggin' in my garbage for a piece of me
All she found were some dirty rubbers
And a beat up pair of jeans
Mentally she's not all there
What should I do or where should I go
Should I find a little cabin up in Boise Idaho
And hibernate till that strange lame dame goes away
There's no way I can make her understand
And I found out why it's hidden behind her pants
She's got my name
She's got my name
Tattooed on the back side of her frame
And there ain't no way you'll ever put your ring on me
There's no way I can make her understand
And I found out why it's hidden behind her pants
She's got my name
(She's got my name)
She's got my name
(She's got my name)
Tattooed on the back side of her frame
She's got my name
(She's got my name)
She's got my name
(She's got my name)
Tattooed on the back side of her frame
Yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah!
She's got my name
(She's got my name)
She's got my name
(Well she's got my name)
Tattooed on the back side of her frame
And there ain't no way you'll ever put your ring on me
And there ain't no way you'll ever put your ring on me
No, no, no
And there ain't no way you'll ever put your ring on me
No!
Writer(s): Taime Downe, Greg Steele, Brent Muscat
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