To hell with Leviticus, I’m going to do it.
My body’s my own if I want to tattoo it.

I’ve saved up some money so mum needn’t know,
Well…..not quite just yet,
Not ’til after I go.

I might get a dragon, or maybe a cupid,
Or ‘I love Lachlan’ – no that would be stupid.
What if he dump’s me? I’d wish I was dead.
Maybe I’ll just get my nose pierced instead.

I’ve saved up some money so dad needn’t know.
Well …… not quite just yet,
Not ’til after I go.

Tricia Simmons