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Let's drink wine and tell a few lies
Call a few friends, talk about the end
'Cause in your eyes I only see quiet
Your ink shack smile, ironic hairstyle
Further back for a photobooth shoot
And pout your lips like the Cosmo girls do
Let's drink wine and tell a few lies
Call a few friends, talk about the end
Warhol's portrait of Gretzky
Pretty fucking sexy, pretty fucking sexy, oh oh
Warhol's portrait of Gretzky
Pretty fucking sexy, pretty fucking sexy, oh oh
Pink and purple and yellow and blue
And a mouth that's crying out for lipstick too
Warhol's portrait of Gretzky
Pretty fucking sexy, pretty fucking sexy
In 1984, in the Levi's that you wore
Homo immortal eyes, Mike Bossy shoots it wide
In playoff time we never saw you smile
But everybody knew that you'd know what to do
Further back for a photobooth shoot
And pout your lips like the Cosmo girls do
In 1984, in the Levi's that you wore
Homo immortal eyes, Mike Bossy shoots it wide
Warhol's portrait of Gretzky
Pretty fucking sexy, pretty fucking sexy, oh oh
Warhol's portrait of Gretzky
Pretty fucking sexy, pretty fucking sexy, oh oh
Pink and purple and yellow and blue
And a mouth that's crying out for lipstick too
Warhol's portrait of Gretzky
Pretty fucking sexy, pretty fucking sexy
Some dreams realize, some don't materialize
Some lovers never meet by mistake on the street
I hang you there on the mantle by the stairs
Beside the litho of Lord Black who never bloody called me back
Warhol's portrait of Gretzky
Pretty fucking sexy, pretty fucking sexy, oh oh
Warhol's portrait of Gretzky
Pretty fucking sexy, pretty fucking sexy, oh oh
Pink and purple and yellow and blue
And a mouth that's crying out for lipstick too
Warhol's portrait of Gretzky
Pretty fucking sexy, pretty fucking sexy