When Ethel was just 19 and her parents were in her face She got herself a tattoo in a very private place And only by her own true love was it to be seen Or her family physician, or a drunk crowd that offered beads. It was a tiny tattoo with a little tiny dove With a tiny word, and that word it was love. Well 30 years have passed now, thirty years that have been rough. Four marriages, three children, forty diets and lot's of sun. And the teeny tiny tattoo with the teeny tiny dove Is now a pterodactyl and the word, it is lllllooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooove ...