Pink and Bleue

When I drink too much
I shit my pants

Feel a little maidish
lose my marbles

Singing an old love song
(oh, no Verlaine)

talking about you
and me
thing-a-ma-jig
or 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, screams, 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 grey
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
Thing-a-ma-jig 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
dont handle with kid gloves
this is my Pink and Bleue

My Pink and Bleue