Another magical friday night

I think I'll sit this one at home

Unusual for me I know, but please go ahead

I don't want to be the blinking rabbit to your wildebeest

The jaded lover to a sex machine, you should go ahead

And please give those recycled house tracks my warmest regards

And lock the door if you're home before the sun, oh...

Pink, pink lemonade and

Does he kiss you till your lips explode?

Pink, pink lemonade

Does he take you places I can't afford to go?

Pink lemonade you know I, know behind that sugar there's only lies, lies, lies, lies.

Another magical friday night

I wonder what state you're in?

In the powder or in the gin, this one's ending bad

So please give those recycled house tracks my warmest regards

And if you bring him home, can you use the spare bedroom?

Pink, pink lemonade and

Does he kiss you till your lips explode?

Pink, pink lemonade

Does he take you places I can't afford to go?

Pink lemonade you know I, know behind that sugar there's only lies, lies, lies, lies.

And that's alright and that's okay

If I can write this song, I can play that game

And it's all good with me, if I know it's all good with you

Cause getting lost in the middle of the inbetween

Is only half as frightening as it first may seem

So do whatever you must, love, do whatever it must take

Pink lemonade

Pink lemonade

Pink lemonade

Pink lemonade.