When I drink too much I shit my pants Feel a little maid-ish Lose my marbles Singing an old love song (oh, no Verlaine) Talking about you And me Thingamajig Joe, "Who is he?" A punch in the liver That you don't feel because... Singing a pink song Full of love and bruises A poor blue song Kisses and screams of black and blue Singing a pink song Who doesn't handle prose with kid gloves? A poor blue song A song pink and bleue When my soul is gray I feel my wings will break Coming, going Like little sisters Who ain't got the right tricks When there is not you nor me No holes Thingamajig Or Joe Blows When there is less Ain't nothing left So I serve my dose One glass of pink song Pint of shouts and bruises "You like that shit?" Listen, dumbass douchebag To my pink song Who doesn't handle prose with kid gloves This is my pink and bleue ♪ Just one glass of pink song Don't handle with kid gloves This is my pink and bleue My pink and bleue