(A. Young M. Young B. Johnson)

Put your gear into fire

Lay your bullets on the ground

Turn your head to desire

There's a woman going down

She said she'll rack you up, all the way

Then she gonna spit you out, count your days

She says choice is yours, casually

So why don't you do what comes naturally



Sink the pink, it's all the fashion

Drink the drink, it's old fashioned

Gimme water, gimme wine

Gonna show you, a good time

Sink the pink, sink the pink



Got a fever running high

Give you wings to make you fly

She school you like a fool

She make you break the rules

She wanna give you a shot, hit the spot

And I'm gonna rack em up, get it hot

She said, make it good, satisfy

You know that woman got Dallas eyes



Sink the pink, it's all the fashion

Drink the drink, it's old fashioned

Gimme water, gimme wine

Gonna show you, a good time

Sink the pink, sink the pink



Sink the pink, it's all the fashion

Drink the drink, it's old fashioned

Gimme water, gimme wine

Gonna show you, a good time

Sink the pink, sink the pink, sink the pink

Sink the pink

Sink the pink