| Anytime you rise, I’m here,
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| And I’m crazy for you pink thing.
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| You make me want to laugh,
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| You make me want to cry,
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| When I stroke your head I feel a hundred heartbeats high,
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| Pink thing.
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| I want to take you out and show you round the world,
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| Pink thing it’ll be OK.
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| If I could only wake you from your slumber curled,
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| Pink thing what would straight folks say?
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| That man isn’t fit to enter heaven.
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| That man is a sinner,
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| Ever burning in disgrace.
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| Pink thing, spit in my face,
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| I’d love you for it.
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| Anytime you call, I’ll fall,
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| Into madness for you pink thing.
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| You make me want to live.
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| You make me want to die.
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| And when I stroke your head I feel a hundred heartbeats high,
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| Pink thing.
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| I want to take you out and show you to the girls,
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| Pink thing they’re a whole new tribe.
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| If you could only see the way the way the gingham swirls,
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| Pink thing it’s a whole new vibe.
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| That man isn’t fit to be a father.
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| That man is a sinner,
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| 'Fore they cast me down to die,
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| Pink thing, spit in my eye,
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| I’d love you for it.
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| Yes, I’d love you for it.
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| Anytime you rise, I’m here,
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| And I’m crazy for you pink thing.
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| You make me want to laugh,
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| You make me want to cry,
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| When I stroke your head I feel a hundred heartbeats high,
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| Pink thing.
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| Hundred heartbeats high,
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| Pink thing. |