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