When I drink too much

I s**t 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