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need x-rays
To see each other's insides

Under a big old oak tree
Synchronicities gather in tide
Round and round centered by the grooves on an old
on the beach

There's no pain or sorrow, down by the coral and Susan and Brownie and me
And we'll fish by the reef, for some snappers to eat, as we race the ray
they shine like neon rays
To spell "liberty"
Oh oh oh oh oh

Oh oh oh
Oh, the pink piano!

So eeny, meeny, meeny, my, miny, moe
I think you have
Right now we both know
We're Marina Del Ray
Planes gonna fly away
And you'll be on it
And by this time tomorrow
I'll be singing yesterday
rappers lose control of they bladders 
and piss in they trousers
Pink pussy possum niggaz play dead
While my heat waves hit, and verbal x-rays evaporate
draped up
I'm blue-dottin that pink stuff
Milao putting that pussy on me
Ten bands throw her mink up
I got money all up in my mind ho
What do you think
to stay
Cause I am your woman

[Chorus]
More than anything
More than a diamond ring with a stone in pink 
You're been more to me lately
You mean more
muh'fucker at
Everywhere we have on repeat
The jailhouse, Saint Peter, right street
Part of there where dude by the Duvall
Man the fuck up, perservere
When we ridin' smokin'
Type of shit like I'm logan and a piponet
My young g's stay iron holdin'
Pink champagne and some golden
New ray bans let me
sick today
Big mistake
This resulted in a final pay check and pink slip ?
Replaced by my successor cause I missed my place
Knowin' that the Rhyme
don't chump yourself
Put that (what?) back on the shelf
Light rays blazin'
You're out of phase, and my crew's amazin'
We're working on the record yo,
luck, but I wasn't superstitious
Till one day I grew suspicious,
When I stepped on a crack on Aunt Edna's stoop
And got pooped on by a group of stupid
luck, but I wasn't superstitious
Till one day I grew suspicious,
When I stepped on a crack on Aunt Edna's stoop
And got pooped on by a group of stupid
like this could even make the devil commit suicide 
hung from a tree on Johannesburg with no parachute 
Big-Bigfoot captured by UFO's 
Haloes were
don't chump yourself
Put that (what?) back on the shelf
Light rays blazin'
You're out of phase, and my crew's amazin'
We're working on the record yo,
Hey baby you forgot your Ray Bans
And my sheets still orange from your spray tan
It was more than soft porn for the K-man
She remember my Sprinter,
and cock the booty, spread the pink fa-rutti 
Not Ray Moore, no matress here, baby on the floor 
With helmets and mask, and grease up in that anus fast
Frank zappa (guitar, synclavier)
Steve vai (guitar)
Ray white (guitar, vocals)
Tommy mars (keyboards)
Chuck wild (piano)
Arthur barrow (bass)
Scott