Lyrics:
see realistically
Because skin that's white is really pink
So either you can't see or I can't think
Because skin that's black is really brown
But that
And if you had a chance-ah
You wouldn't even stop denying,
Go talk to Anna Hand.
Go start the multiplyin'
Owwww
Blah!
Red
Green is like
on the worst day (cash)
Quit cappin' girl, you know it ain't your birthday (birthday)
Ayy, who birthday? Put yo' hand up
You get a purse bae, if she bad
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
a
Pink moscato bitch
And I'm rolling with my clique
And I know I can do all the things
The rest ain't never did
And you love to dream about me
When you're
they play much better when the sun goes down
Bang goes the green, you're so obscene
Your hands are dirty, your scent is clean
Damn the pink, one
Time is measured by you (Ooo)
And when we're seventy five
You'll make me feel more alive than I've ever felt
Drinking Pink Whitney at noon
(Like
Through the screen door your thoughts are quarentined,
By the way you smell I can tell that you're fifteen.
My name is Denver Max, I eat heart
was extended
she looked me in the face and said Prince you're suspended
I said your tripping it's just a bad habit
she put it in my face she must've
Man 1: What?
Mandy: This praising.
Wise Man 1: No, no, no.
Mandy: Oh! Well, if you're dropping by again do pop in. (they
take
you're so obscene
Your hands are dirty, your scent is clean
Damn the pink, one more to sink
Gonna beat you someday 'cause you're makin' me sick
Down
No matter what town you're in now
All dressed up with somewhere to go
Got my high heels on, l'll rock this show
Feeling pretty and pink in the dress
flight
Upon the moon
Another lonely night befalls again
Catch me now if you're a friend
Send a note to those who care
Say "I feel isolated here"
So sing
Y'all need some rock 'n roll in your life
Yeah, yeah, it's Pink, feelin' naughty
I like the way you rock, I hope you never stop
I like the way
I thought, “good grief”
J-Just ain’t my belief
Until I saw the holes
Inside his hand
Street Jesus
Street Jesus
Come on, come on, what you
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
Enjoy yourself, it's later than you think.
Enjoy yourself, while you're still in the pink.
The years go by, as quickly as a wink.
Enjoy yourself,
like a flamingo (pink)
That was back when I smoked Canibus (what?)
Man, but it was tough, 'cause I was a fan of his
So it sucked to hand him his ass,
She stole my heart just by the way that she smiled
I couldn't resist so I grabbed her butt
She said what's wrong with you fool are you some kind
She stole my heart just by the way that she smiled
I couldn't resist so I grabbed her butt
She said what's wrong with you fool are you some kind
your ass like you Heidi Floess
Fuck your pink cop crossing guard obsession
You're half-dresses looking like a Soul Train scrambable contestant (bitch)
In
least
His word worth discrete
Scope of effect, petit
And you’re weak weak weak
You call it pain i call it painted on
That's too much pink
I'm saying it's
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