Lyrics:
no plans
Take my hand
This ain’t for the gram
You’re cheating on your man
Flowers in your hair now
Your hair, your hair
We can take a Polaroid if you
I know is I know you're for me
When I walk past by the Pink Roses
I remember what our love meant
When I walk past by the pink roses
It's you that's
be you should Be a model
Standing in the corner drinking out the bottle I heard that you're lovely taste like pink Moscato
You taste like pink moscato
Big Dre not the little one, don't play with it, okay
Brand new lashes, get it for you, you're my girl, know I spoil
Deep up in it feel your oils stay
the fun you'll have
In your old rockin' chair
Enjoy yourself it's later than you think
Enjoy yourself while you're still in the pink
The years go by
You're the Colosseum,
You're the top! You're the Louvre Museum,
You're a melody from a symphony by Strauss,
You're a Bendel bonnet, a Shakespeart
You're the Colosseum,
You're the top! You're the Louvre Museum,
You're a melody from a symphony by Strauss,
You're a Bendel bonnet, a Shakespeart
the fun you'll have
In your old rockin' chair
Enjoy yourself it's later than you think
Enjoy yourself while you're still in the pink
The years go by
the fun you'll have
In your old rockin' chair
Enjoy yourself it's later than you think
Enjoy yourself while you're still in the pink
The years go by
Conjunctivitis
You can't hide this
Germs are the reason why
You got that pink eye
Pink eye
Eyes have protection
When you're all out of luck
Eyelids, eyelashes,
and writing Langston
Hughes replica poems
Became me wanting to write like Stevie
Wonder my dad had been a singer and
Keyboardist so my mom was like
"You're
Just send it over the phone
I can't believe it's over
And I never knew the better
Pink lemonade; you're sweet, then sour
Pretty by looks; pungent
me blue and pink at the same time.
You say you’re workin’ till late
And talk to others for real
You say you love the beautiful places
And don’t go out
the fun you'll have
In your old rockin' chair
Enjoy yourself it's later than you think
Enjoy yourself while you're still in the pink
The years go by
where I stand,
They stop to caress my open hands,
And whisper,
'Remember, remember her?'
You're still a mystery
To me,
Painted with the cherry blossom
The Pink Girls.
Through every twist and every turn,
Together we stand, a group to discern.
Side by side, hand in hand,
In this circle of friends, we firmly
enough
And some of the criminals holdin us
But man, that shit's so old to us, like..
I'm glad you fuckers gone
I'm tickled pink, that things are rosy
I'm
the town
Don't judge it by the color, confuse it for another
You might regret what you let slip away
Like the geek in the pink
Like the geek in
your mine
It's so hard when you're not around
I get mad thinking how
I can't always have you around
I wanna make you spend the whole day with me, boy
Seashells are in our hands
You kiss me there cause you're my man
Oh fruity-honey-sea
Thank you for always healing me
Dark blue, lime green, soft pink
You're the Colosseum,
You're the top! You're the Louvre Museum,
You're a melody from a symphony by Strauss,
You're a Bendel bonnet, a Shakespeart
You're the Colosseum,
You're the top! You're the Louvre Museum,
You're a melody from a symphony by Strauss,
You're a Bendel bonnet, a Shakespeart
You're the Colosseum,
You're the top! You're the Louvre Museum,
You're a melody from a symphony by Strauss,
You're a Bendel bonnet, a Shakespeart
and bloody raw flesh
Raw flesh pink and bloody raw flesh
Raw flesh pink and bloody raw flesh
Take me by the hand
Lead me to the slaughterhouse
I've been in my
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