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 give those recycled horse tracks my warmest regards
And lock the door if your 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 your in?
In the powder or in the gym, this ones ending bad
So please give those recycled horse tracks my warmest regards
And it 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 its all good if I know its all good with you
Cause getting lost in the middle of the in-between
Is only half as frighting as it first may seem
So do whatever you must love do whatever it must take
Pink lemonade
Pink lemonade
Pink lemonade
Pink lemonade