[Verse 1]
When I drink too much
I sh*t my pants
Feel a little maidish
Lose my marbles
Singing an old love song
(Oh, no Verlaine)
[Verse 2]
Talking about you
And me
Thing-a-ma-jig
Joe, who is he?
A punch in the liver
That you don't feel because
[Chorus]
Singing a pink song
Full of love and bruises
A poor blue song
Kisses, screams, black and blue
Singing a pink song
Who doesn't handle prose with kid gloves?
A poor blue song
A song pink and bleue
[Verse 3]
When my soul is grey
I feel my wings will break
Coming, going
Like little sisters
Who ain't got the right tricks
When there was not you nor me, no holes
Thing-a-ma-jig or Joe Blows
When there is less, ain't nothing left
So I serve my dose
[Chorus]
One glass of pink song
Pint of shouts and bruises
You like that sh*t?
Listen dumbass douchebag
To my pink song
Who doesn't handle prose with kid gloves?
This is my
Pink and bleue
[Post-Chorus]
Just one glass of pink song
Don't handle with kid gloves
This is my pink and bleue
My pink and bleue