I’ve always wanted to get a tattoo
Whenever people ask me what do I want to get
I can’t quite exactly describe it to them
Because I wanted to tattoo a feeling
No specific words or images tied to it
But I finally found it last night
It’s from one of my favorite books in high school
“Under the spreading chestnut tree
I sold you and you sold me.
There lie they, and here lie we.
Under the spreading chestnut tree.”
outside, and the noise of Fifth Avenue met me with an answer: Which prize do you think, schmuck? Gold dinnerware, sporting-goods trees, nectarines, garbage disposals, bumpless noses, Patimkin Sink, Bonwit Teller— But damn it, God, that is You! And God only laughed, that clown.” —Goodbye, Columbus, Philip Roth
- Lionel Logue: Do you know the "f" word?
- King George VI: Ffff... fornication?