Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh...
Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh...

Oh, get it, get it, get it, get it
Get it, get it, get it, get it

Oh-oh-oh...
Ooh!

A tattoo, baby, that's you
The world can see your brand on me
Like a tattoo charm on a sailor's arm
Oh, like an arm tattoo
Oh, baby, that's you

A tattoo, baby, that's you
Deep within, now, under my skin
You can't be erased
No, you can't be replaced
Never can be erased
Ooh, you can't be replaced, no

A tattoo, baby, that's you
A permanent picture
Love painted on it
To say the least, ooh, a masterpiece
Yeah, to say the least
You show a masterpiece, ooh-ooh...

Oh-oh-oh...
Ooh!

Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh...
Ooh!
Oh-whoa...

Oh, ooh-ooh...

Tattoo, ooh, what can I do
You're a true work of art
Etched deep in my heart
You're my tattoo, Mother Nature true
Yeah, and another tattoo
Whole lot more like you, oh, baby

Tattoo, I can't have you
On a look faces show
When your heart isn't gold
Got to be on mind like a neon sign
Oh, got to be on mind like a neon sign
Yeah, got to be on mind like a neon sign

Yeah

Ooh, baby, uh
Alright
Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh...
Oh, mama

Tattoo, baby, that's you
Yeah, baby, alright
Oh, alright
Ooh!
Ooh-ooh...

Alright, alright, alright

Smokey Robinson

Arguably the greatest songwriter of the latter half of the 20th century, Robinson’s timeless creations for Motown, both for his own group and for other artists, provided the ultimate example of what a pop song can be. From The Beatles to Bob Dylan, the rest of the 60s followed in his wake

As if that wasn’t enough, he created a whole new genre in the mid-70s with “quiet storm”, a radio format named after one of his songs. He continues writing and performing today.