| Another magical Friday night
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| I think I’ll sit this one at home
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| Unusual for me I know, but please go ahead
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| I don’t want to be the blinking rabbit to your wildebeest
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| The jaded lover to a sex machine, you should go ahead
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| And please give those recycled house tracks my warmest regards
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| And lock the door if you’re home before the sun, oh
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| Pink, pink lemonade and
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| Does he kiss you till your lips explode?
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| Pink, pink lemonade
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| Does he take you places I can’t afford to go?
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| Pink lemonade you know I, know behind that sugar there’s only lies, lies, lies,
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| lies
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| Another magical Friday night
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| I wonder what state you’re in?
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| In the powder or in the gin, this one’s ending bad
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| So please give those recycled house tracks my warmest regards
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| And if you bring him home, can you use the spare bedroom?
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| Pink, pink lemonade and
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| Does he kiss you till your lips explode?
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| Pink, pink lemonade
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| Does he take you places I can’t afford to go?
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| Pink lemonade you know I, know behind that sugar there’s only lies, lies, lies,
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| lies
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| And that’s alright and that’s okay
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| If I can write this song, I can play that game
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| And it’s all good with me, if I know it’s all good with you
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| Cause getting lost in the middle of the inbetween
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| Is only half as frightening as it first may seem
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| So do whatever you must, love, do whatever it must take
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| Pink lemonade
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| Pink lemonade
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| Pink lemonade
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| Pink lemonade |