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[Verse 1] |
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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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[Chorus] |
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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, lies |
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[Verse 2] |
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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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[Chorus] |
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[Breakdown] |
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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 in-between |
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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 |
