When she is drunk
She thinks that she can write like Dylan
And she dreams of a Paris, France
With anarchy she never quite lived in
Her first boyfriend turned Buddhist
The one after that, he turned gay
And although she’s still glad
The last man she had, he turned to stone today
She’ll probably go back to school
But that’ll be next semester
Feelin' kinda lost just now
Wanna be alone, remain sequestered
But see, she has a goal, see, she has a rule
She’s looking for, she’s searching for
The most beautiful, the most beautiful tattoo
Not to be stymied
By man’s «Great Search For Meaning»
She leaves no skin unexamined
For her particular style of gleaning
Her best friend from grade school just got married
The second best just got an MBA
Although she’s still glad
The last friend she had, she turned to ice today
She’ll probably go off somewhere but that’ll be later on
Feelin' kind of lost just now
Like something she did was
Wrong, so wrong, no, no, not wrong, not wrong
But she has a goal, see, she has a rule
She’s looking for, she’s searching for
The most beautiful, the most beautiful tattoo