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Mister Pink

a douche I guess you said fuck footloose, and got pussyloose No juice, you shoulda dried up, like a prune-a Mister mechanic this place needs a tune up For the pink

one ecstatic wave Out the window, as the car rolled away She just vanished into a thick mist of change So let us rejoice in all this pink noise An oscillation

, that's all Now everybody's back in the groove, echo chamber "Check one two, one two", that's my favorite Strobe lights is live, Pink Champale Little pink

your forehead Did you blush then when our hips touched? I can't tell, you're already red Am I right? You give me the signs Is that pink mist or just

we dip into my solar Call me forward, baby, I explore her It's navigated, you?re the one like Lincoln Black Bentley, you'll look better in a pink one

you is bliss Hungry eyes, they stare at me I know, I know Don't go! Summertime, the taste of saint secretes of perfume mist Console the mind, I take it in lips of pink

man ain't shit if his gear ain't tight I mack a ho and sip on hen all night You go respect me bitch for the title I hold My pinky ring,50 g's pink diamonds

Wearing a halo of mist Glowing pink and purple In the afternoon light Sprawling from a hub They gave way to patches of green The wine colored country

fact they'll soon be dead! ALL CARDS: And yet we go ahead Painting the roses red! Painting the roses red We're painting the roses red! ALICE: Oh, pardon me But Mister