She had a black rose tattoonOn her right hand wristnShe had the Golden RulenDown low on her hipnAnd I never loved hernBut, I told her I didnOver and over again…nnI was dreaming of you, she saidnIn your sharp black suit, she saidnWith your ten dollar wordsnAnd your five dollar shoesnI bet you still got that cigarette smilenAnd your country boy bluesnAnd you sing it over and over againnnShe said you sing it like you mean itnBut, it’s just some stupid songnBut little ballerina it’s my favorite when you dance alongnNothing ever sounded better than this scratchy old recordnI’m so happy that you threw it onnAnd you just let it spinnOver and over againnnShe pulls the needle off the record, throws her favorite old record onnNow it’s worn out and cracklin’nShe’s happy it’s her favorite songnShe twirls around and around and aroundnUntil it’s over and gonenJust to start all over againnShe plays it over and over, over and over againnnShe said you sing it like you mean it, but…nnThe sunlight creeps innAnd shines on the mirrornThe night’s passed us bynAnd morning is herenBut if you gotta gonGo safely my dearnAnd the record just skips at the endnOver and over, over and over againnJust skips…