Put your gear into fire
Lay your bullets on the ground
Turn your head to desire
Theres a woman going down
She said shell rough you up, all the way
And she gonna spit you out, count your days
She says choice is yours, casually
So why dont you do what comes naturally

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Sink the pink, its all the fashion
Drink the drink, its 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 Im gonna rack em up, get that hot
She said make it good, satisfy
You know that woman got [dallas | jealous] eyes

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Solo

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