Lyric Pink Thing

Anytime you rise, I m here, and I m crazy for you pink thing. You
make me want to laugh, you make me want to cry, when I stroke your
head I feel a hundred heartbeats high, pink thing.
I want to take you out and show you round the world, pink thing
it ll be OK. If I could only wake you from your slumber curled, pink
thing what would straight folks say? That man isn t fit to enter
heaven. That man is a sinner. Ever burning in disgrace. Pink thing,
spit in my face, I d love you for it.
Anytime you call, I ll fall into madness for you pink thing. You
make me want to live. You make me want to die. And when I stroke
your head I feel a hundred heartbeats high, pink thing.
I want to take you out and show you to the girls, pink thing they re
a whole new tribe. If you could only see the way the way the gingham
swirls, pink thing it s a whole new vibe. That man isn t fit to be a
father. That man is a sinner. Fore they cast me down to die, pink
thing, spit in my eye, I d love you for it. Yes, I d love you for it.
Any time you rise, I m here, and I m crazy for you pink thing. You
make me want to laugh, you make me want to cry. And when I stroke
your head I feel a hundred heartbeats high, pink thing. Hundred
heartbeats high, pink thing. Hundred heartbeats high.
I want to introduce you, take you to the brink thing. I want to
introduce you, tell me what you think thing. I want to introduce you,
make that missing link thing. Don t you think it s time you met some
female pink thing?
You make me want to laugh, you make me want to cry, so why is it I m
happy when there s tears down in your eye? Little pink thing.