Lyrics:
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
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,
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
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
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
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 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
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
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
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
the same truth
You're so beautiful, you stand out
Where there's only pink
You shine somehow
It's so sinister by your side
You're so close to reach
But can't
in different places
As your blood trickles down both of our Pretty faces
¡Pink
Death!
Will take your life in a Pretty way
If you're ugly then get out
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
bleed
But wait for someone
To give you permission
To give you permission
You are the fairer sex
And life isn't always fair
But you're in the pink, can't
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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