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When I drink too much
I shit my pants
Feel a little maid-ish
Lose my marbles
Singing an old love song (oh, no Verlaine)
Talking about you
And me
Thingamajig
Joe, "Who is he?"
A punch in the liver
That you don't feel because...
Singing a pink song
Full of love and bruises
A poor blue song
Kisses and screams of black and blue
Singing a pink song
Who doesn't handle prose with kid gloves?
A poor blue song
A song pink and bleue
When my soul is gray
I feel my wings will break
Coming, going
Like little sisters
Who ain't got the right tricks
When there is not you nor me
No holes
Thingamajig
Or Joe Blows
When there is less
Ain't nothing left
So I serve my dose
One glass of pink song
Pint of shouts and bruises
"You like that shit?"
Listen, dumbass douchebag
To my pink song
Who doesn't handle prose with kid gloves
This is my pink and bleue
Just one glass of pink song
Don't handle with kid gloves
This is my pink and bleue
My pink and bleue