Lyrics:
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
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
a million pieces
A ticker tape parade high
And now you're free to fly
When that muffled sigh
Says you're barely getting by
Cut your burdens loose
to you and sip this pink chardonnay like
Pink chardonnay all over my white tee
It's alright I jus need ya right by me
And we think the same she act jus
was blinded by your blatant lies
Counting the stars lying on your lawn
Caffeinated as we gazed upon the sky at dawn
Meeting your parents, holding hands
So wink, wink, what do you think?
Can we meet up by the bathroom sink?
Wink, wink, make me a drink
I wanna get down, is it brown or pink?
I can be
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
There is a girl out on the sea
Floating on a pink surfboard
With a picnic lunch and parasol
Sitting there like a typical girl
You don't know me but
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
away
Right off your feet
But you're fly to me
I can't help it that you feel like home
Might seem like a lot to you
But three simple words would do
Simple
When I see you smile
my world turns into pink
I cannnot remember a thing
just stand there
like a shy shy dummy
You're so unreal
You seem like you're
thinking of me
'Cause I know that you're too perfect to be true
If you were here with me tonight
I'd grab your hand and lay you down outside with me
To watch
the world
Only let's me know that I'm loved
By so many other motherfuckers that ain't you, and it's bugged
'Cause you keep fuckin' with us, we keep
watch and you’ll see
How I morph into the pink power ranger on the beat.
All my all my all my all my girls put cha hands up
Put cha hands up
Put cha
(you're in bloooom)
Roses on white, chanel 05
Drive a brand new benz off onlyfans
Swear i own part of that
Got too many eyes on you
Mechanical eyes
love letters, while she gets pink slips
She gets pink slips
You're giving me too much attention
You think you're doing it all right
I guess in theory
song
It'd be thick to spend a cent on
Iggy Azalea, real name is Kelly
So maybe you're jelly
That Machine Gun's taking the credit
Your space on radio
by, don't break your neck
Just ask to dance it's the best you'll get
Can't sit with us if you're not eating
Girls want beef but they act vegan
Up too
I'm molded into your hands
Like I was made of pink clay
Spin me 'round 'cause you're bored
What do you want me to be today
And, man, it's been too
candy
Cupid's bow and with a pink blush
No need to be shy girl it's just us
Get inside your mind till we are one
Mesmerized by how you come undone
Grab my
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
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