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 rough you up, all the way


And she gonna spit you out, count your days


She says choice is yours, casually


So why don·t you do what comes naturally




CHORUS:


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 runnin· high


Give you wings to make you fly


She school you like a fool


She make you break the rules


She wanna get a shot, hit the spot


Then I·m gonna rack ·em up, get that hot


She said make it good, satïsfy


You know that woman got [Dallas | jealous] eyes




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Solo




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